Delsin sighs, pacing in tight, uneven circles. He shakes his head at the proffered back. Remarkably, he doesn't smoke. Well, he smokes, but not— whatever.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Man," he says roughly. He scrubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. "I'm losing all my powers!" And that's not an option for him. "People are counting on me," he adds, voice breaking, "and I'm stuck here without the powers I need the most to help them."