Vision twofold, present and future

[biiowiired]

Who| The Ψiioniic biiowiired and: Nill reassures, Brock Samson samson
What| Catchall, and OPENish but we should probably plot first. A meeting of the psychic minds and a death prophecy
Where| Spaceport Abandoned Zones
When| dec 12
Warnings/Notes| language, vision of death by asphyxiation

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[reassures]

Though she's no longer concerned with the immediate danger of of something getting her when she can't see, thanks to the Psiioniic's light, she still lingers by the wall, mostly for the sake of ease. And it's a lot better to have your back to something that can't actually try to kill you from behind.

She does look a little guilty however. Most of the time if she realizes that someone would be uncomfortable with her having a view into their heads she tries to let it happen as little as possible, but that's not exactly an option for them right now.

"It's okay. I understand. I don't like it either. I've seen that man in the training center, but I don't know his name."

What must it be like, though, to just regularly see people dying without ever really knowing them? If it was her she probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

There's a pause, in which some of that guilt shifts into uncomfortable apprehension. Like she's unsure if she should go on. Apparently, the desire to be honest wins out.

"I could do that if I wanted to, but I never do. Other people have done enough to my mind."

Even now she's not sure how much of the stuff in her head is real or fabricated. She would never put someone else through that unless they did something horrific enough to deserve it.

[biiowiired]

He hugged the wall like her, never really feeling at ease either in the Capitol or the arena. His headaches continued, punctuated by the occasional vague dying voice, but he tuned them out with well-practiced habit. Just because other people didn't hear the voices of the dying didn't mean that the deaths didn't happen. His clairvoyance changed nothing of fate.

"....That's fucking disturbing, but thanks for telling me anyway. You just as easily could have kept that to yourself, but you didn't. Remind me not to piss you off."

Information was very important to a hacker like Psii, and he filed that away in his memory banks. Nill was honest enough to tell him, to practically hand him a chink in her armor. He wouldn't have blamed her for keeping quiet about it.

"I'll try to keep that a secret for you. Doesn't sound like the kind of thing you'd want everyone to know about."

[reassures]

"Thank you. It would be best if they know as little about what I can do as possible."

Better survival odds, better chances of not being used, and maybe some day, more opportunity to hit them with something they don't understand. She would be able to use her abilities in the Capitol some day. Eventually every place like this slips up at some point. She just had to wait.