[Vyng brushes his wild hair back, and he taps at the gills — a pair of slits moving in and out with each breath — on each side of his neck.]

Same nature. Different natures, pal. You're a firebender. I'm a druid.

[He closes his mouth, pinches his nose...and deeply inhales through his neck. Normally Vyng gravitates toward finding commonalities between him and others. But if he ever needs to hammer home those differences, all he really has to do is exist.

After a moment, his hand drops to his side.]

Your power comes from the relationship between you and your body and spirit, right? My power comes from the relationships I form with other spirits. It's a communal thing, so...

[He spreads his arms out, so Mako can get a better look at the fractal patterns — similar to lightning scars — snaking up his skin and disappearing beneath his sleeves. As he moves, the markings catch the sunlight. They glitter purple like the amethyst resting in Mako's hand.]

Well. Like I said. It's complicated. You've gotta let others in. Sometimes that hurts, you know? But in the end...I think it's worth it.