"You might not have much of a choice." James wasn't being a pessimist. He was a realist. He saw the Regiment for what it was, saw people for who they truly were, too. It was his siblings who put him away and made him a prisoner in his own skin. It was the people of Inferno who struck him down with rules. Who tried their best to implement sessions with a psychiatrist to deal with James' pyromania. Obviously none of that could change his personality.
"It's rules wherever you go." James wished that he could just unleash himself and burn the whole place to the ground but the implant in his body tracked his body temperature. Anything that skyrocketed above the normal would send out a nasty little shock. If he had to use his powers for training he needed permission.
"If I said I was just being nosy?" James asked as he sat down on one of the benches. Sure, he knew that he could work out as he did that routinely anyway but right now he wasn't looking to do that. Right now he was just aiming for some kind of conversation that would ease him away from wanting to light something up.