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[major_rawne]

But the objects can be filled, so maybe you can.

That came out wrong, but I don't know how to rephrase it.

[chaos_drifter]

Why do you think that came out wrong? [It makes sense to them.]

[major_rawne]

It sounded more... sexual, than I wanted.

[Another figure falls.]

Your telepathy has been returned, though. Until the end of the flood.

[chaos_drifter]

::Oh.:: [They can feel their ability now, just like they could before they arrived here. Snatches of others’ thoughts seem to swirl in their mind, like what one might hear on a staticky radio. They focus on Rawne for a moment. His thoughts and feelings become sharper, but rush through their head too quickly for them to focus on anything other than his general emotions.] ::Thank you.:: [This time, nothing appears.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne tenses a little at the intrusion, but he was expecting it. He tries to respond in his head.] ::You're welcome. You can hear this, right?::

[chaos_drifter]

::I can.:: [The energy of it is almost slippery — perhaps because the last time they used this ability was several months ago.] ::It worked.:: [No new objects are appearing. There are no sounds on their end, save for the tiny kitten mewling at them from the floor.]

[major_rawne]

::This is the first time I've been glad to hear a voice in my head. But I am.:: [No new figurines thudding onto the table come from his end.]

[chaos_drifter]

::Are there a lot of telepaths in your world?::

[major_rawne]

::A fair amount. Mostly the enemy. I've had my mind invaded, before. It wasn't pleasant.::

[chaos_drifter]

::How does this feel different?:: [To them it just feels like silent conversation, with dull flashes of emotions poking through.]

[major_rawne]

::I knew it was coming. You're not an enemy. I trust you to not hurt me when we're connected like this.::

[chaos_drifter]

[Would they hurt him?] ::I could hurt you, if I wanted to.:: [Avalon stares at him, trying to think about him the way they used to think about their victims. If they had met him before he graduated, he would have been someone they would push to commit murder, not someone they would target directly.

The idea of attacking him is strange, though. They know they feel connected to him, and they like that connection. They want to keep it, if only so that they can understand its nature.]

[major_rawne]

::I know you can. But that's why it's trust. Knowing someone can do something against you and knowing they won't.:: [Rawne looks back and Avalon, trying to read their expression. He doesn't think they'd hurt him, just to prove a point. They've stopped doing that kind of thing.]

Sorry for the late tag!

[chaos_drifter]

::I think it would be difficult to know for certain. Anyone can be unpredictable.:: [They have no intention of hurting him just to prove a point, but people can have a habit of defying expectations.]

Re: Sorry for the late tag!

[major_rawne]

::If I knew for certain, it wouldn't be trust. Trust is required in the face of uncertainty and unpredictability.::. [That's a lesson it took Rawne a long time to learn.]

[chaos_drifter]

::Why do you trust me?::

[major_rawne]

::Partly because I have power over you. Partly because... I think it's important, to trust that you're changing. If I trust you, then you won't start hurting people again. Does that make sense?::

[chaos_drifter]

::I think so.:: [In a way. It feels more like he trusts them to want to avoid punishment, but they may be wrong.]

::Out of curiosity, how close do you think I am to graduating?:: [Their identity seems to be in a gray area. They can think of being a murder as something they were rather than something they are, but they also have no idea who they are without that.]

[major_rawne]

::Maybe halfway? Maybe a little less. You've made progress, but I don't think you're quiet there, yet.::

[It's a bit of trusting them to want to avoid punishment and a bit of not knowing how to articulate why he's confident they won't hurt him.]

[chaos_drifter]

::Recognizing my emotions is becoming easier.:: [They wonder if the orb will ever show them what the combinations of colors mean.]

[major_rawne]

::Good. Practice should help that, as well as the orb.::

[chaos_drifter]

::Shaw has an orb, too. It was a good idea.::

[major_rawne]

::I had hoped you would like it. Something like it helped me, when I was an inmate.::

[chaos_drifter]

[They glance at the bucket on the floor, and their head disappears from the frame for a moment while they search through the items the Flood has created. When they straighten, three bracelets are in their hand.] ::I have a few of those now.::

[major_rawne]

::How'd you get those? Did they just appear?::