[Schuldig snorts like an angry bull, hard blue eyes fixed on Edward's - but he does stop, all the extraneous thoughts suddenly snapping off like a flicked switch as he cuts the connection between their minds. It's not actually because Edward requested it, of course; he hadn't intended to hold the connection long. An unprepared mind under that kind of barrage tends to snap, and he doesn't actually want to drive Edward insane...oh, it'd be enjoyable, but then the man could hardly appreciate the point he's making.]
Your mind inflicts itself on mine every day. Yours and a thousand others, since the day I was born. Until I was trained, I couldn't even go near a city without screaming. They had to kill most of the telepaths I trained with when they went insane, or forgot which thoughts were theirs. And you have the balls to tell me that I'm cheating? That I'm a coward for having your thoughts forced on me? [His grip tightens.] That I've just been handed this, that I haven't mastered anything.
I could wipe your mind clean. Or I could just rip your throat out, if that would be too much like cheating. But you're honestly not worth the time. [And Schuldig uses the hand on Edward's throat to shove him backwards a few steps, roughly, releasing his hold on the man's legs and arms.] You're no less ignorant than anyone else, and I long ago stopped bothering to correct you one at a time.
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Date: 2011-04-19 05:56 am (UTC)Your mind inflicts itself on mine every day. Yours and a thousand others, since the day I was born. Until I was trained, I couldn't even go near a city without screaming. They had to kill most of the telepaths I trained with when they went insane, or forgot which thoughts were theirs. And you have the balls to tell me that I'm cheating? That I'm a coward for having your thoughts forced on me? [His grip tightens.] That I've just been handed this, that I haven't mastered anything.
I could wipe your mind clean. Or I could just rip your throat out, if that would be too much like cheating. But you're honestly not worth the time. [And Schuldig uses the hand on Edward's throat to shove him backwards a few steps, roughly, releasing his hold on the man's legs and arms.] You're no less ignorant than anyone else, and I long ago stopped bothering to correct you one at a time.