Working up a Sweat [Samantha, Vanyel]

"Don't you know?"

In an instant, she used SNAP to close the distance between them. But she didn't attack this time. Rather, she placed a hand dead center on the man's chest. Fixing him with a calm stare as she pushed a bit of spiritual energy into the spot. A drop in the water to stir the surface. A trailing finger as the calm sea rippled. A fixed stare into the man's own eyes.

"You still have spiritual energy inside of you. I can sense it. You simply aren't doing anything with it. You've had power before. You just need to figure out how to use it." She stated simply enough. Switching her grip on the bayonet until she had it by the blade, and then gently tapped the handle against Van's forehead.

"It wouldn't be hard. even younger humans, with a bit of guidance, can manage some small, pathetic, rudimentary expression of their spirit energy if they put in enough time. It's all a matter of effort and focus. Maybe once upon a time, Humanity was not exposed to enough spiritual energy to make much of anything. But I don't think that's the case for you. You're more than capable. It's just a matter of whether or not you have the desire for that life again." She stated simply enough. A lopsided little smirk coursing over her features.

"When I was on the Spirit Unit, we had plenty of recruits who never thought they would be able to learn. But they always did. With varying degrees of proficiency, but all the same. Shitty low-quality powers are still better than nothing." She pointed out. At this point she was ending their little spar. Having drawn his blood, she promptly allowed that bayonet to dissolve, before gesturing for him to give her his forearms. And, if he allowed her to do so. She would promptly run her thumb over those injuries, drawing a symbol into the air and allowing a soft blue glow to seep into his flesh. Closing up the wounds as she promptly healed him. Falling silent so that he could have a little bit of time to think about how he'd respond.

"You already know the answer to that." She stated with a simple nod of her head. No smile, now smugness. It was a simple matter of fact as she focused on healing the man's arm, stitching the flesh together, she didn't bother giving him any of her spiritual energy. He seemed to be doing just fine with that as it were.

"You're here. Training. IN proximity to hollows and all sorts of shit. Even if you don't put in effort to revive your old powers. You soul will respond to danger, and something will come all on its own." She stated calmly. There wasn't even a sliver of doubt in her mind at that. She wouldn't be surprised if there was already something bubbling up inside of the man.

"You seem like a nice enough guy, so I'll give you this advice for free. It's already clear that you can't stand standing by. You wouldn't be here training in a dangerous place like this if you didn't have the desire to help other people. So, gaining powers is a natural progression of that sentiment. Wether you want to or not. Your soul WILL respond to that desire. The only thing you need to do is decide how you want to go about doing that." She stated simply, stepping back and taking a moment to peel a few of the knives from her outfit, handing them over before mending the wounds on her own body.

"I was once a Drill Sergeant back in the states for the Spiritual Disturbance Response Force. Probably never heard of them. But I've dealt with plenty of folks like yourself. If you want any help, or just need a good sparring partner for when you DO start shoiwng signs of abilities again. You can feel free to give me a call." She offered. Not something she did very often. But well. She could tell that this guy was going to be a big deal. He was already a nuisance without powers. She could only imagine what he'd become. BEst she could do was make sure to instill a bit of sense and discipline into the process.