The story continued.

Yes, this is a training room. Yes, the dummies do give it away. They train for nothing less than full fledged combat. Now, why would the powerless be training for combat, when all there is to fight are those who have powers? No, don't answer that. Think about it. After tonight, I shall give you a chance to answer. For now, we must move on, or this tour shall run over its expiration date. Yes, the tour does have an expiration date. Now, we shall move on. The great hall of the powerless awaits you.
There is no greatness is this great hall. No stained glass, no bright lights. This is the great hall of the powerless, not some cathedral to a superhuman being. This is the hall designed to reflect us. It is powerful, yet overlooked. An entire hall created from solid concrete cannot be said to lack in power. Note the lighting. Not electric lights, but candles. Candles, which remain dangerous even while illuminating the world around them. Concrete is everywhere, as you well know. The entire world these days seems to be concrete, since nothing else has survived the constant stress these superhuman wars are putting upon this planet. Candles, on the other hand, cannot be found outside of this room, in the entire city. Common, yet rare. Dangerous, yet protecting. We are a massive array of self contradictions, you must understand. I see you’re coming to realize how we think of ourselves. This is good, because without understanding, you are going to have a most difficult time as the night progresses. Now, off to the kitchens.