"...so you let me win that one fight, did you."

"Uh. Only because I know your one true weakness, bwa-ha-ha. I was trying to act exactly as I would have if I didn't know about it. So think of it like you won against someone with my exact powerset and limitations who didn't know your weakness."

"Me neither, really... 'Continue being nowhere near as terrible as the Slaugherhouse Nine' is a good start?"

"I think you understand why I do the things I do enough to know I'm not gonna do that."

That's some upset body language alright... "Someone I knew for ten years surprised me. You never really know."

"Maybe not," they concede, "but I don't expect to become like the Nine."

"And I don't expect to threaten you into anything or give out your secret without a damn good reason."

"But you do realize those are two completely different expectations, right? Out of the however many millions of people currently live in the United States, there are only nine who are, well, the Nine, whereas betraying secrets, or even letting them slip, is much more common. You have ultimate blackmail over me."

"Yes... You have ridiculously strong potential if you keep winning against powerful opponents, and from what I've seen you're actually a good person. The world needs powerful good people. I'll be honest and say I would probably use the blackmail if you suddenly became a genuinely evil villain. But you're not and I won't."

"Which still leaves me needing to trust you. Which, well, I won't have much of a choice there, will I? And you also look like a good person, but it feels awful that I never got to choose."

"Sorry, I suppose. If it's any consolation I think I am really quite unusually likely to figure it out. I got hints when feeling the world and I'd encountered something similar before."

They sigh. "So... Are you going to use that now and tell me to stop, I don't know, stealing stuff and humiliating the Protectorate?"

"No, or not unless you start carrying it too far. But aren't there dozens of high-profile villains all over the world - in this country even - that could use humiliation a lot more than the Protectorate?"

"Very much so, but unlike the Protectorate, they don't pull their punches, so I need a good enough rep to fight them. It's slow going."

"I could help with one, and give you most of the credit. Have you started that web show?"

"Yeah! Not much content yet though."

"Good for you. Camera robots? Do you have an editor and so in or do you just do it yourself?"

"Myself, for now," they sigh.

"...I wonder if you could join the Protectorate. It might be good in the long run if you get forgiven for actions until now. But that has a high risk of someone knowing your power, so probably not actually."

"Not to mention the fact that... I accidentally killed a guy with it. That's pretty hard to forgive, I think."

"It was meant to be a stun gun," they explain lamely.

"I see... An industrial accident was my fault. Move on, do better, right?"

"I mean, sure, except for the whole 'arrested for a good chunk of my life' part."