[And with good reason. Schuldig is on her like a cat, a hand grabbing her ponytail and yanking her head back to look up at him with it.] Oh no I'm not, Ema. I'm completely sane. [He uses his other hand to drag a thumb, almost gently, over the curve of her cheek.] I know that because I've seen telepaths who go insane. The ones that start thinking they're actually whoever their minds happen to be listening in on. Or the ones who have to be locked in padded rooms and tied down so they don't throw themselves against the walls until they break every bone in their bodies. Or the ones who leave their bodies behind and never come back to them; sometimes they'd just be tossed into their graves alive, because they weren't worth the price of a bullet, and they'd quietly suffocate in the ground. Do I look like one of those telepaths, Ema? [He emphasizes every word with vicious jerks on her ponytail, yanking her head back and forth.] Do you know how sane I have to be not to be one of them?
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Date: 2010-12-13 04:56 am (UTC)