Sorry. Bad memories. [There's no sense that he's lying. But he does eventually still the action and draw his hand back. The glowing itself dims, and he feels less like he has someone else inside of his head for a moment. He stares at his palm, and then quietly curls his fingers inward.]

It's strange that we all have the same thing. [He indicates his chest.] I'm used to it being different from person to person. Commonalities are rarer. But we've got this and something else. [Thinking out loud. It's different from what he knows, what he's used to. But it's not like seven people are enough to write a rule book on any of this, especially when one of those seven was lied to about having powers all along. Another of those seven is dead. So. Yeah. That.]