No. And, on top of the usual nonsense, my semblance was — well, breaking things, essentially. I was still using my old name, so perhaps that was a tribute of sorts to my present one. [Break finally smiles again, but it's self-deprecating, and a little mean.] With no lock able to keep me out of places I should not have been, I imagine that version's capacity for getting into trouble was near limitless.

[He may not be the most self-aware person around, but any menace worth his salt can spot a skill or item absolutely no one wants him to have from a mile away. And there's no way any version of himself wouldn't make reckless decisions with an ability like that. Remnant Break may well be one who manages to get himself murdered before anything else takes him out.]

I carried a terribly boring sword with no shotguns in it for that reason, I’m sorry to tell you. And, I never bothered to replace my eye permanently. The risks in being unable to control what was damaged if my semblance got away from me were simply too great.