Watching Desmond attempt to use his new powers was going infinitely new better than it had for him. Then again, his wasn't pretty much creating uncontrolled fire. Go figure.

Until his focus apparently wavers and the rocks that had been floating above his head all come crashing down, one landing directly on the other's face and Connor is moving in an instant. Thankfully the rock is easy enough to lift away, leaving Desmond sitting on the ground rubbing his head and groaning out the words.

"It will get easier. You must give it time."