At first, I had to feel something. I had to be angry or afraid — there had to be some kind of motivation, I guess. Now, I can use it when I want to.

[ control isn't easily won. there had been practice, hours of it, before daisy could control the summoning and dismissal of her abilities, before casual waves of her hands replaced intricate motions and careful twitches of fingertips. it's like learning a language, really. each syllable carefully spoken until shorthand and slang become more natural. ]

But it varies for everybody. I know someone who gets stronger when he's angry. Like, super strong, break a guy's back with one hand kind of thing. I don't think he can access that kind of power if he's not angry.

[ but she doesn't know! because somebody! refuses to train! ]