"Well, that's the first time I've been called 'the other psychic,'" Centennial Man quips, doing his best to avoid answering Motya's suggestion. "Makes me feel like I'm part of a Seinfeld routine, like that one when Jerry finds out that he's gonna be on a TV show with one of the Three Tenors. Not Pavoratti or Domnigo, but 'the other guy.'"
Beneath the humor and sarcasm, a profound concern churns. The young hero tries his best to keep it burried and contained with his light-hearted deflection. So far, he has kept his front up, but he is unsure how long he can hold it. After all, it was only a day ago that he was incarcerated for killing a man. While the charge of murder has been legally dropped, the guilt remains. He still feels as if he has blood on his hands for what had happened when he last pried into someone's mind.
And now Centennial Man has no idea just how long he can pretend and not tell his teammates that he fears the use of his telepathic powers.