"Sorry, father, but I need to hit you with shock value. Because either you're my father, or you're an alternate of my father, which means you're going to be stubborn," he said with a very 'done with this' tone.

"So." He holds up his hand for Gabriel to see clearly, moving it back and forth. "No accelerate. No sleeves."

"And this place is not real." He closes his hand in a fist. "But my magic is." And then he opened his hand, a flicker of lightning green, and then fire forms in his palm. "Technically bending, but close enough."