Roachman sprang up, as if reinvigorated by her words, back to his normal demeanor. Nodding fast, he said "Yeah, fear's good, even when heavily outnumbered in the concentration camps, the Nazis were able to control them through fear." He adjusted himself and looked at her darkly. "But I'm not sure I want to be THAT scary....I was always a pacifier...." he started to scratch the back of his neck to find his old spine. He had reverted to being vertebrate again. He went pallid at this feeling of weakness, and continued with a fearful stammer "So do you need to be seen as a threat for your powers to work? Can your power help me get mine back?"