"The potential being limited. They couldn't keep up with their opponents," Priss shook her head, "Sylia picked people with some impressive skills, but they just couldn't achieve a full connection."

Priss glanced over at the chunks of red metal still on the dresser. "Moto might be more advanced," she admitted, "in a lot of ways. He's a complete boomer, or will be when he's rebuilt. His own core... all of it. He's only bound to me insofar as I'm who he listens to." Not unlike Genos with his sensei, in some ways.

"...You came for guitar lessons," she added with an amused snort, "and here we are going on about boomers. Though to be fair to both of us, the hardsuit melting was a little distracting."