''Calm down, it's going to be okay.'' The voice carried little meaning in the white room, being drowned out by the fear echoing from the lonely figure. He didn't reply at first, only pacing along the bright floor while trying to stay collected.

''It hurts...'' he muttered: ''More than I thought it would.''

''That often happens to late bloomers, but keep fighting, it'll be worth it,'' it was hard to distinguish the emotion behind the voice, it trailed off through the speakers and left only the words themselves.

''It's getting worse,'' he didn't seem to notice or respond to the monologue, only keeping his steady circling around the room while looking blankly around.

''This whole thing is short lived, you go through it once and then you get back with your awesome gift,'' a tinge of happiness followed the voice through the speakers, but whether it was forced or not couldn't be distinguished: ''You can get through this, I've seen you do worse.''

''It's not the pain,'' he replied this time, shaking and stuttering slightly: ''It's the gift, what if it ain't good? What if something goes wrong?'' His pacing stopped as he looked up, waiting for a response.

''Tell me about the last time you saw someone that was unhappy with their gift?'' The voice through the speakers asked. The man, looking like a silhouette in the white room, stopped in thought for a moment. His pacing quickly resumed as he started to shake more visibly.

''That's right, it always works out. You want something big? Well, you've been waiting eighteen years, several more than most people,'' the voice reassured.

''Then why-'' The young man paused while visibly containing the pain: ''Why are so many people using this for crime and evil?'' A sudden burst of pain forced him to the ground before the speakers replied:

''Because that's what they wanted to do. Your gift is a toolbox, bad people will use it for bad things, but you don't have to.'' It was hard to notice if the small shadow in the room even registered his voice beyond the pain, almost looking like a withering spot of dark as the pain seemed to consume him.

Beyond the speakers, the man carrying the voice behind them stepped away before speaking: ''He's in too much pain to hear me right now, but he'll be fine.''

''Are you sure, Munson? He looks really gone,'' the shaky voice of a worrying father replied: ''Is there anything I can do?'' The man's powerful physique allowed him to look tough despite the obvious weakness behind his eyes.

''I'm sure you don't remember, but it was painful when you transformed too. Not to mention that the kid's eighteen, it's the most powerful and painful transformation, but it's short lived...'' His voice trailed off as his gaze focused on a screen to their side, showing the white room.

The shadowy man on the screen suddenly snapped out of the pain and stood up for a silent moment, his expression was blank, almost bored.

''Is it-'' His mother started before a sudden flash of movement on the screen interrupted her. Confusion and surprise spread through the three onlookers as the silhouette was suddenly standing at the opposite side of the room, it was impossibly fast.

''Enhanced speed?'' The father managed to ask in a quiet moment before the man on the screen suddenly started moving sporadically through the room almost instantaneously, leaving behind only a green glow floating behind him.

''No,'' Munson said while moving closer to the screen and smiling at the boy's impressive display:

''More.''