"Izzy, your own mother is a perfect example. She lives in the same world I do and gets along just fine. She's seen several apocalypses and she's still here," he said after he'd taken a bite of his sandwich. "The people who don't have the so-called special abilities have it harder when it comes to surviving this world. It makes them just as important. Some cases, moreso."
It wasn't an assurance, it was blunt honesty. He'd been one of the 'normal' people once and there were days that he missed being that guy again. The one who made it from day to day by being smart, not superstrong or able to move objects with his mind. That had been satisfying, but it hadn't helped him do what he needed to do.