[ A breathy exhale communicates reluctance, but of a helpless kind. Charles did walk himself here, after all, wrench her out of her sleep, half-collapse on her bed. Prepared, to accept help.
He turns his focus on her again, an attempt to burrow away from the many minds that surround them. He'd once been subtle, but this is inept, as precise as a fire hose, more power than he wants to have to handle. It erodes defenses, sandblasting to expose the jagged shapes of darker psyche below.
There is the memory of when they'd last held hands, here, of the false-notions planted in her brain by an evil man who was barely a man. Of smoke and fire.
The want to just be silent inside his own head again is a fishhook in his heart. She can feel it too, in the form of request. Make it go away. ]
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He turns his focus on her again, an attempt to burrow away from the many minds that surround them. He'd once been subtle, but this is inept, as precise as a fire hose, more power than he wants to have to handle. It erodes defenses, sandblasting to expose the jagged shapes of darker psyche below.
There is the memory of when they'd last held hands, here, of the false-notions planted in her brain by an evil man who was barely a man. Of smoke and fire.
The want to just be silent inside his own head again is a fishhook in his heart. She can feel it too, in the form of request. Make it go away. ]