"Why can't I move metal?" he demands, instantly. "Why can't I feel the earth's magnetism around me?" Nothing should have changed. In fact, he feels as though he ought to be stronger, given the parts of him that Charles had unlocked. He should be able to spin the world on its axis, and yet, here he stands, without the ability to float a simple coin -- as simple as the one kept constantly in his pocket. "What does my blood tell you?"