mental link;

[shri]

[ Knock-knock -

- or something like the creak of city gates of her wanting to reach out to anyone else in the hive that will respond. ]

( These ability we have aside from communication. I require a trainer for my own.

And a decent explanation of what they are and their pitfalls. I am not familiar with this kind of... magic. )

[ Yeah she can't think of another word for it. ]

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[shri]

( Nothing. Not pleasure, misery, rage, pride, joy - nothing at all. I sat and I did not even care that I felt nothing. I understood something was wrong, but I could not tell you why. )

[wrackful]

[Not like his, then.]

( So you give everyone else your feelings, then you lose them. Makes sense. Twisted sense, but that's everything here. )

[shri]

( It is a sick joke, if there is one being made. )

[wrackful]

( One we're making on ourselves, yeah. )

[There's a sense of some realisation, even as he says it. Pieces lining up, slotting into place.]

[shri]

(Nothing else then for it, I suppose, to move through it. )

[ Because that's how she deals it, really. ]

[wrackful]

( There might be something that helps. During the blowback. )

[shri]

( ... Such as? )

[wrackful]

( I don't know. Something. Contact helps me, but they're all different. )

[So things that help will probably be different, too.]

[shri]

( I found the presence of other members of the hive settled me some. But I suspect that was them... filling the absence of myself. )

[ and could stop her from saying something stupid. ]

[wrackful]

( Hey, it's better than nothing. )