"Oh, thorry, I'll make a light. Look, it'th really me." Sparks coiled around the fingers of one hand, and he held it aloft like a torch. Hopefully with the light she wouldn't have to cling to the wall, unless-- "You're not hurt, right? Shit, I didn't even think to find thome paper, I'll try to thtick to yeth or no quethtionth...."
Now there was no mistaking the intrusion of someone else's thoughts into his, and panic dropped like a stone into his digestive sac. He rubbed his temple with his free hand, for all the good it would do. He still wasn't sure who was in his head, but he took the fact that his brains weren't being scrambled into grubsauce as a good sign. Still, he had secrets to keep, and invasion of his mind, his last bastion of privacy, was anathema. Violate his every other right, but let him keep his mind. Thus, his thoughts were packed with enough vitriol for two.
Gee, I don't know, maybe because someone's going to die? I can't exactly control picking up the psychic ripples of death you putrid shitstain. Invading people's heads isn't polite, it's noisy enough with all the losers dying in this goddamn arena, so kindly get the fuck out!
no subject
Now there was no mistaking the intrusion of someone else's thoughts into his, and panic dropped like a stone into his digestive sac. He rubbed his temple with his free hand, for all the good it would do. He still wasn't sure who was in his head, but he took the fact that his brains weren't being scrambled into grubsauce as a good sign. Still, he had secrets to keep, and invasion of his mind, his last bastion of privacy, was anathema. Violate his every other right, but let him keep his mind. Thus, his thoughts were packed with enough vitriol for two.
Gee, I don't know, maybe because someone's going to die? I can't exactly control picking up the psychic ripples of death you putrid shitstain. Invading people's heads isn't polite, it's noisy enough with all the losers dying in this goddamn arena, so kindly get the fuck out!