Saturday's first reaction is to scoff - seriously, that's it? That's the big spooky magic secret? - the way she did when she found out about her arm, too give a lecture like the ones she'd delivered to pops and Sol.

Then she stops and thinks, and the anger clears from her face. The power isn't the problem, really, is it? The secret is; the secret that started existing for its own sake, and left a child unprepared. Like with her and her arm. All anyone had ever needed to do was tell the fucking truth -

"I get it," she says, gentler than she's ever been. She lays her hand out across the table, palm up, honest and earnestness in the gesture. "I won't tell anyone. And I'm sorry. For what happened to your mom, to your family, an' t' you. I'm also sorry for being a jerk."

She's not totally sorry, because he started it, but it's the thing you say, and she can mean it in the moment.