"And it's different, actually doing it in the flesh, than running over the hypotheticals of it in your head," Jono agreed, nodding thoughtfully. "It's like once, I had a friend whose powers let him copycat those of other mutants around him... And he used my powers to fly, the bastard. All I managed to do was melt some bloody snow."

There was a fond note in Jono's voice, there. He missed Ev. He'd been a good man.

He spoke of far too many people with that same sort of fondness, these days.

"Funny, I only just remembered that now... So much has happened since. I miss flying." He tilted his head at Emma. "Can't get to the island often, can you?"