Kyle was frustrated with himself and his sister. He needed time. He needed control. He was used to control. Ivy had been his responsibility for years. There parents had died in a fire when Ivy was barely a toddler. He had always thought that accident had caused their abilities. He remembered the fireman trying to fight the flames to save his parents. He could still see that water blasting through the air. He figured Ivy remember the flames more because she had been memorized by them even then.