[ His lips quirked at the question. "Not you though?" Silco couldn't help it, that ghost of a nasty little smile probably said it all. The way it danced on his face, before it vanished as sure as most others did on his face, left with that same strained, pinched look. Like this place, these people, all of it was a foul odor that he wanted to wash away. ]

I do. I am able to survive near-death, or what I would have called certain-death, after all. In addition, I have... Abilities.

Powers.

It's unlike anything I've seen in my world. Where I am from, the most we can hope for is drugs that warp our bodies, and I don't know about you, but that couldn't do me any further favors, hm?

[ That's why he micro-doses! Obviously! ]

It is like winning the lottery of birth, something I would not have dared to hope for. I would do anything to keep it.