[Herc laughs again, agreeing wholeheartedly with the statement about always wanting a punching guy. He was pretty happy to provide that, for anyone he liked really. It wasn't exactly like he ever minded sharing The Gift with anyone. It was more they minded him sharing it with them.

From Connecticut. Where they'd landed.]

...You know, I don't really think I've ever tried to think about it too hard. I punch hard enough. That's about as far as I've ever really let myself consider it. But I'm sure I'd break most scales used for it.

[That weren't, y'know, made of diamond.]