"No, no magic for me. My abilities are all physical. Stronger, faster, sharper senses. But no spells or anything." Frankly, magic is a thing Soldat never had to contend with until Beacon, and even then there's a lot more of it here on the train than there ever was in Beacon.

(YOU'RE FORGETTING SOMETHING. Oh. Jesus, you're right.)

"Well, okay, I have one little power," they correct, and hold up the metal hand, letting the metal of their fingers ripple with the residual magic. "But it doesn't affect being able to protect myself from surprise attacks."