( He settles back against the headboard in a lazy slump, following Kyle's eye line up to the ceiling absently. At some point over the last couple of years, either in a sleepwalking fit or by spontaneous generation as he's sometimes wont to do, a handful of glow in the dark stars have taken up constellations over his bed. Nothing even remotely astronomically or astrologically accurate, but they're pretty, and they're something to look at. )

I don't know yet. ( He admits, scratching his fingernails through his hair — too long, he needs a haircut. ) Somebody or something that won't abuse it, or go crazy with it. Definitely not the government. I don't even think it should be other Summoned necessarily, either, even the ones we can trust.