Cio

Leon... These gloves distroyed that meadow, burned and injured me, they even hurt Victor's feelings.
"These dang glove are made for harm..." I set them down on my lap. "I wish I can give them away. I didn't even want them, I don't deserve them anyway... I've already been distructive enough already in my life."
"Now now, Cio. They must of been given to you for some good reason, right? You can't yet control them, so don't say such things yet."
"I don't want these dang-mit gloves! I don't want this power! I want it to go away," I looked over to him. "Do you think you could help me?"
"Of course." He smiled.