"I figured." God, it must be frustrating living with this all the time, so uncontrollably hair-trigger and volatile. It's not exactly that feeling this makes him more lenient towards Diego, either; mostly Luther's trying to tamp down that urge to strangle his own brother, which sits closer to the surface than it ever has before.

"So you know: I could tell that it's yours. It..." How to describe it? "I could feel it coming in. Like an outside influence. I could tell it wasn't mine, but that doesn't stop me from feeling it anyway."

Important information to know, when it'll come to utilising this power.