"Why should anyone have that power? Why should anyone suffer so that such a power is needed?" He lifts a hand, gesturing elegantly to the window again where the storm rolls on. Somewhere in the forest, he's sure a tree just took the full force of that last bolt, clear as day to them even through the streams of rain trailing down the glass. His eyes widen in awe at it, thrilled.

Only for a second. "When everything is at your fingertips and nothing left for wanting, how long could it last before boredom strikes? If nothing in the world is left to you but agony, why live at all?"