Erin gestures at the knife. "Spark a small fire with the blade and a rock. Chip the rock with the hilt, use it to hollow out the tree. Burn the inside to harden it, round the outside a little - you'll float. It'll suck, but you'll float. Power is a tool, Dimitri. Like all tools, it has limits, but most of those limits are on the wielder. Your strength could let you carve sculpture with your bare hands, more intimate than any other artist could dare dream. You could fell trees for shelter, or uproot them from a farm. You can entertain children by throwing huge objects, they love that shit. When you were made into a weapon you were taught to think about your power in a certain way, and that's not on you. It sucks that it's now your job to define your relationship to it, but there's freedom in that too. The people who made you are far away. The people here can help, if you ask."