"Not in so many words," I say, following his trajectory with my eyes until that's no longer feasible, and I have to start turning on the spot. I'm not about to show him my back, even if this is just training; I have a feeling I'll end up on the ground if I do.

"I've had... People who've tried to help me understand my abilities, mostly," I add, thinking of Ezekiel, and how that all ended. "A few sessions here and there with different people over the years. Nothing structured or steady, though... And nothing, initially."