Chrys looks down at his hands. The gravity of the situation suddenly comes to a point for him. His fists clenched and the air seemed to vibrate a little. He didn't want to hurt people. Bit it seeked as if thats all he could do now. He was a ticking time bomb. He suddenly had a thought to get the limiter put in him again. He lived with it for years. It wouldn't kill him...

But it was that thought that really got him going. He made a promise to himseof then, that he'd seek new ways of doing things. "There has to be some way I can continue fighting with this... I mean, I could end any fight easily by just... popping them like that. But that's not something I want to do. I want to be able to well... Level the playing field..." Maybe this was his own Paradigm Shift. He'd send a ripple through history by becoming one of the strongest X-Men, no, he'd become the wisest. "Has there ever been someome who... Just looked in on the situation and judged whether or not to interfere? I can't see myself as a front line fighter all the time anymore. What if I was just... Well like Logan, sent in when the situation is really dangerous. I mean, he's a one man army, and I'm more stealthy...." His mind raced as he thought of what he should do. His power was dangerous, to both himself and others. He needed time to figure out what he could do, and what was something that he shouldn't. For now, he'd focus on honing in on what his power actually was, and what kinds of new tricks he was able to do.