[That does sound terrifying if he did take the proper time to think about it. But again, given his state of mind, (the leftover thrill of using his powers, letting them burn out) he can only think of it as wonderful. So, so many opportunities. The whole world might change at her whim. What a power!]

"Total purpose". You make it sound so easy, Jackie.

[For him, he tries to avoid having a clear mind. He'd be terrible at magic, he thinks.]

My light? My light is my soul's power — the power of a star in the night sky. My soul is that of a star, you see, but instead? Fate is cruel, and has misplaced me in the wrong body. A too-small body.

[His turn to crane his neck up to the night sky.]

I belong up there. The others say that cannot be true, that stars do not have souls. But I feel it. How else can it be explained?