"We're aware," Alan said, and while he was still seemingly calm, there was righteous anger in his eyes. He was the Keeper of the Green Flame. More than that, he was the Green Flame at this point, and he his daughter might not have been a mutant, but she had lived her life with green skin. She'd also died in his arms.

"Which is why we have Doctor Fate and Jakeem Thunder on the scene. Not a single one of those agents is going to know a day of good luck the rest of their lives."

While neither were apt to do anything that could be called a 'curse' of any sort, even the Thunderbolt due to Jakeem's own morality, it was simple enough to turn their own karmic debt upon them. Or so Hector had explained before he'd headed out. If they were playing DnD, the easiest way to explain it would be to say that the lot of them would fumble every 'roll' they made for the rest of their lives.

"Believe me when I say that it will... seriously hamper their effectiveness."

He watched Scott for a few moments before he remembered the question that'd been asked.

"Not to be obtuse, but it's a little hard to put into words. Let's just say that I believe that it'll be good for both of them. Suffice to say, Scott is not the only one who's been... closed off for a while."