[He feels it, that chill he'd get at the base of his neck whenever cracking open someone's head. As a boy, telepathy was the only way he could make sense of the human experience; witnessing another person's thoughts twist and turn quickly became his drug. He so rarely experiences anything like that these days.
He leans closer to the screen.]
They blamed you, didn't they? They told you that you were being irrational.
[He's guessing, painting a pathway with his words that he hopes she'll follow.]
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He leans closer to the screen.]
They blamed you, didn't they? They told you that you were being irrational.
[He's guessing, painting a pathway with his words that he hopes she'll follow.]