Bruce mused on that.
[color=0072bc]"I wouldn't call it nurturing,"[/color] Bruce said, gesturing without much aim with one hand. [color=0072bc]"I think it's more just a consequence of all the repressed emotions I've recently,"[/color] Bruce held up one hand in a fist, then threw it up and opened his palm to the ceiling. [color=0072bc]"Released."[/color]

He let his arms settle back on the pew. He refused to flinch under Nexus' scrutiny. 

[color=0072bc]"I won't deny that, perhaps like Prisma, I'm interested in strength. But my reasons couldn't be more different."[/color] Bruce said evenly. He gaze ghosted through Nexus toward something that wasn't in the pocket dimension.

[color=0072bc]"My power is no longer my own- it belongs to my comrades, those gracious enough to call me their friend,"[/color] Bruce said. [color=0072bc]"I don't seek simple sheer power. Not really. Right now, I only want to be able to offer up the strength I have in its purest form. No matter how much raw Ki I can muster, if using that Ki comes around to hurt them and their cause, there's no point in pursuing it. I'm not looking to enable the darker impulses of my newly liberated emotions for myself."[/color]

Bruce brought his eyes back from nowhere onto Nexus, making the intense sincerity clear in his expression.

[color=0072bc]"I aim to cleanse my soul of stains so that my companions can make my strength their own."[/color]