Bridget wasn't surprised by the man's assessment of him. He didn't like it but he knew he wasn't wrong either. There was so much conflict he was dealing with but not the same kind as those normally in his situation would experience. It hit closer to home when Kenji guessed spot on that the young man was his own worst enemy and it just made him sink a little further inside. He was starting to see why his grandfather recommended that he train under his man but even if he could accurately assess so much about him, he couldn't help but wonder if the training regimen he'd go through would make a difference. But the moment the bracelets he wore were mentioned, Bridget immediately pulled down the sleeves of his jacket to cover them, his gaze now shifted to look down at his feet.
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I'm not intimidated ... I'm worried ... worried about what you'll ask of me to do during training," Bridget replied, releasing a shaky and uncomfortable sigh. "
Yes, the bracelets are to keep my power in check because ... I've hurt too many people accidentally with them. I'm grateful for the help I've been given to get this far but I feel as if it's not enough. You're not wrong about me. I am fighting with myself, with my powers, but if you're able to help in some way, you will not hear me complain about training. Grandfather himself can be pretty brutal so I'm used to harsh and strenuous training but I would prefer it if it helps so I don't have to rely on the bracelets," he said, finally raising his head and his eyes are on Kenji now.