"Hm?" The boy turned around, slightly taken aback by the sudden question. "My ability?"
"Yeah," I nodded, observing the boy with slight curiosity. "What exactly could you do?"
The boy leaned against the kitchen counter, rubbing his chin with the wet yellow rubber glove he had on his hand, making water drip on his pants and the floor. He was so absorbed in his thoughts, however, that he didn't even realize it. "I'm not exactly sure… I didn't have the opportunity to fully explore it. After all, the world was ending, everything was such a mess… Then, after I was thrown into a new world, I suddenly couldn't do nearly as much… Actually, I could do barely anything at all…"
"Just tell me whatever you can remember," I interrupted him, getting impatient from his pointless rumbling. "You mentioned telekinesis, right? You said you could lift objects up in the air… How much? For how long?"