Elsa nods thoughtfully, taking in the story he tells her. There's a strange sort of comfort in knowing he was once a priest. Why he isn't anymore, she doesn't know, nor even if they're of the same faith, but she thinks knowing what it means to truly believe in something helps. The powers should be impossible, but they aren't. They require a certain faith, too.

"I've thought a lot about it over the years," she says. "I think... no matter how much we love people... we have to accept that they make their own choices and sacrifices. Sometimes that's what saves them. Her choices weren't your fault."