"I admit I don't know what to do either," said Takeo, in what was a blatant lie. He'd had ideas of what he'd do if he had powers since he was six. In fact, they were coming to him at the time, as he looked at his palms. "But... it seems we have found power... And if we are wise, and prudent, this power could serve us."

He paused. It was a long pause too - he was taking in his thoughts... working hard to digest what was a very, very big idea. For nearly a minute he just stared into nothing in particular, grounded in place only by the warm feeling left on his palm.

"Of course, as soon as we understand where it's coming from..." Ah, yes, he'd read fantasy books, too, enough to know that "There could be hidden strings in all of this, and I am not one to play puppet to them."