[That little remark earns Edward the least sane laugh he's probably ever heard outside of Arkham. Oh, isn't that always what they default to...] If this weren't the third or fourth time just today that I've heard that, it would almost be cute. You know nothing about telepathy, do you?

[Schuldig grins at him, if something completely lacking in pleasure or humor can be called a grin.] Your mind is a radio, broadcasting every thought into my ear, and I've only ever found one way to turn the radio off. Every moment you're breathing is a moment you should spend thanking me for tolerating it.

I'm not in your head. You're in mine.