It’s tough being a kid. ‘specially a kid with a Final Fantasy UI jammed in yer brain.

You know how Superman got so overpowered? When Siegel and Shuster were drawing their first weekly strips, Clark Kent’s alter ego was about as powerful as Luke Cage, he was just a really strong dude. But whenever he got stuck in a dire cliffhanger situation, the solution was to give him a hitherto untapped power to resolve the problem – remember, it was a weekly strip, the conflict had to be resolved in the first panel so they’d have enough space to move the story along and set up the next cliffhanger. There’s a famous story of a DC artist who’d made Superman his thing and was really good at it, but DC sacked him for someone cheaper, so in his last weekly strip he had Superman chained up in a safe in a sunken battleship at the bottom of the ocean – DC hired countless replacements who tried to come up with a resolution to no avail, so they eventually relented and re-hired the original artist. His solution? Panel One: “With One Bound He Was Free.” There’s a picture of that artist next to the dictionary definition of “chutzpah.”

Subsequent comic creators of the silver and chrome ages preferred to set very strict rules for what their characters could or couldn’t do – firstly to prevent power inflation draining the comic of drama, secondly because they were often part of ensemble casts and synergy was needed, and thirdly because they were massive nerds with the geekish compulsion to categorise action figures by power level. I feel that’s one of the reasons why superhero comics shifted from guys in capes tackling societal problems like slum housing and the KKK towards guys in capes tackling other guys in capes – the powers themselves become the story instead of what those powers are meant to facilitate. A theoretically infinite superhero with ill-defined powers may be a recipe for narrative fudge, but could also be a challenge to see what you could do with those powers – there are ways of limiting them besides slotting them into a Gannt chart and distributing them amongst a Top Trumps set.

Here we’re seeing Si tap into her powers through music – utilising an instrument that we’ve already established she kind of sucks at. Everybody’s got some hobby that they came to long after their grown-up muscles had ossified and no amount of practice in the world will push to them level of some aristocratic scion whose daddy bought them a fiddle when they were two. That’s the limit for everybody – theoretically every one of us can so incredible things, but our dumb lumpy muscles get in the way. Turns out the same thing happens with superpowers.