[ Okay. Apparently he's doing this. Ephemera exhales slowly, flexing his hands. Playing the words through his mind before he speaks so he won't fuck it up. ]

If you touch one of us, you'll feel what they're feeling. All of it. And if you focus, sometimes you can share your memories with them. Show them specific things. Only works on the Displaced.

[ Thankfully. Otherwise his bouts at the fight clubs would get real interesting real fast. ]

And each of us has a. Power. Something only we can do. Some are useful, some aren't. I've got a friend who can heal small wounds. Another who can calm people down when they're upset.