"But he isn't doing magic either," Kira points out, remembering how she'd explained it--he might not consciously be hiding or resisting some ability, but if that's what he's always done, why would he have to be conscious of it at all? If he had no metric for what having it felt like, how would he feel any loss?

When he's with Credence, that second shadow is always there, always coiled. "Where I'm from, you could cut one of us off from the flow of things, bind us, like--being shut in a pantry."

Leaning into the wall behind them, like he's reached the limit of how long he can hold himself in proper bearing, Kira crosses his arms across his chest, tips his head to the cool paneling. "It didn't kill anyone outright, but most did that themselves." He imagines it like turning a mirror on itself, but the mirror is a mind, and the mirror was a little like a black hole, and--some of them really are just crazy, at the end.

As for her miracle worker, Newt: "Isn't that the guy who lives in the woods?"