[Kevin actually chokes on his eggs right then. He jerks his head up and looks at the man utterly horrified. His hands dropped into his lap and he leaned back against the booth, the color draining from his face.

Did he like his powers? No. Did he want control? Yes. Did he want them taken away? Hell no.]

That... that ain't...

[Nope. Still horrified. He'll try to figure out how to say it.]

No. Takin' a mutant's powers is akin t'rapin' their minds. It's like sayin' the color o' their skin ain't right or... the color o' their hair ain't right. It's... No. Powers cain't be switched off. It destroys who someone is.