The pain in his cheek and along his ribcage begins to subside, but the arm is still a wreck. He has no idea what she's actually doing, or if it's her that's doing it. Really, his mind is about two-hundred thousand miles away, worrying about his teammates, wondering what's happened to them...to her.
He's trying not to think about what they just did - he knows, and he realizes that they've all be played for fools. Despite all the righteous anger, the inherent rightness of their cause, they were swayed by telepathic suggestion. It's humiliating.
Where...am I...? He turns his head to look at the woman, blinking slowly. And...who are you...?
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Date: 2006-11-15 02:54 am (UTC)He's trying not to think about what they just did - he knows, and he realizes that they've all be played for fools. Despite all the righteous anger, the inherent rightness of their cause, they were swayed by telepathic suggestion. It's humiliating.
Where...am I...? He turns his head to look at the woman, blinking slowly. And...who are you...?