[A gentle chuff of breath in slightest laughter, his eyes follow Cy's mouth as it lands on his hand. A tender, affectionate gesture in spite of everything he's shared—everything he's done.]
You don't need those things to keep me interested in you.
[He has spent so little time around others that even sitting beside Cyram like this, sharing their thoughts and their minds, as deep and dark as they may go, is a new experience. Each conversation between them feels like a change in himself. Novelty.]
I can do that. Not in those words, not so violently, but with my eyes. It wouldn't physically harm you—but I have the ability to extract information from another's mind, whether that be a specific memory or some other knowledge.
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You don't need those things to keep me interested in you.
[He has spent so little time around others that even sitting beside Cyram like this, sharing their thoughts and their minds, as deep and dark as they may go, is a new experience. Each conversation between them feels like a change in himself. Novelty.]
I can do that. Not in those words, not so violently, but with my eyes. It wouldn't physically harm you—but I have the ability to extract information from another's mind, whether that be a specific memory or some other knowledge.