You know. A fire that gives you powers. Whatever they call it. I don't know, man. I don't read that comic book bullshit.

[That's a good point, even if he doesn't want to admit it. Frowning, Nathan stuffs his hands in his pockets, following her..] Well, okay. Maybe they aren't connected to the weather. It was just an idea.

[As far as he knows, that's exactly what it's like, so he thinks nothing of her wording. He just pulls a face, thinking about that one.] I don't know. Maybe, if I died... I doubt it would if I didn't. Don't know about if I died from something unrelated.