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Zach nodded. He pulled up his sleeve, exposing a long, newer, scar. He stood up. "I am Zachary Guttern. My Grace is the manipulation and intensifying of static and electricity. I don't like having to run either, and I like..." He broke off. What did he like? He didn't like a lot of things. The way he was treated, what he'd done in his past, the fact that he knows quite a bit about other Gracelings as if they were his enemy. "I guess I like being one step ahead." He sat back down, curious on how much of Lelani's trust he had. He thought for a bit, then took off his jacket. He had a couple scars along his arms, but most were visible on his back as he lifted the back of his shirt to show her. "I have a lot, too." He told her. He settled back in to his jacket. "That's what I get. It's what I deserved."