Oh god.

"You don't need to do anything to deserve it, people should be treated well just because they're people."

"...oh." That's an entirely new concept apparently. "...but I'm just a ball of fire?"

"You're a ball of fire who's a person."

...Definitely an entirely new concept. Nova doesn't respond verbally, but gives a tiny flicker up and down, a mimicry of a nod, to indicate he's heard Glam.

"Being a person isn't about—having legs and arms and a head, it's about—this thing, about talking and wanting things and having feelings and dreams and plans and being hurt and being happy and..."

"...oh." He's quiet for a while. Then, voice painfully young and confused: "why didn't he think that?"

"I don't know. I—I don't understand him. He isn't a good person, he—did a lot of things that hurt lots of people and I don't know why some people do that."

Nova's quiet again. Then: "...does that mean most people aren't like him?"

"Oh. Yeah. He's—he's somewhat unique even amongst the bad people."

He gives that flickering nod again, half acknowledgement, half agreement.

On the platform floats.

He sinks a little lower, making himself smaller, but drifts slightly closer to the edge, apparently curious about where they're going.

"Do you want me to make the floor transparent so you can see what's below us?"

Somehow there's an impression of a blink. "I- if- yes? If that's not a problem?"

"No problem, I can make it transparent from above and still invisible from below." And now Brockton Bay is visible.

He brightens and seems to be watching the city below them avidly.

"What do you see from? Like, I have eyes, behind my mask here, and most people use those to see, but you don't seem to have any?"

He's silent, confused, trying to work that out. "I- don't know? Just- can?"

"What I mean is—do you see all around you, or just one direction, or just from one point..."

He's quiet again, obviously trying to decide what's most accurate. "...all around?"

"That's awesome! I can only see from my eyes," they tap the mask, "and only forward."

There's that shy, blushing flicker again. "I- that sounds. Restrictive?" He flinches slightly at saying that.

"Yeah, it is, a bit. It's what most people have to deal with, I use cameras to look at various angles, you saw that right, but yeah we mostly need to turn our heads and such to look at different places."

Nova's quiet, like he can't quite get that they can't just see everything. "...doesn't that make it easy for people to sneak up on you?"

"Well, we can hear from all directions. But yeah, lots of coping techniques had to be invented to deal with that."