[ Nightfall freezes, her face going white as a sheet and her breath catching in her throat. A million thoughts race through her mind at once, and on instinct she takes a step back.
This man was now labeled a threat. Not an immediate threat, but a threat.
Her mind tried desperately to cling to that 'fact', to make it a grounding point. She tried to focus on how he could have found that information without her noticing someone digging around in her head. She tried to focus on solving the problem at hand and closing whatever gate had been opened.
But she couldn't. It stuck in her mind, that feeling of watching someone being systematically destroyed from the inside. Without Wishmaster's amplification of her powers she couldn't enter any part of the mind except that of someone having a nightmare, but she'd felt it none the less. She felt it and it was awful, and it haunted her in the moments when she wasn't keeping herself busy, despite all efforts to disconnect emotions from the memories like with all the other traumas she and her team had faced.
There was only so much the psychics could do without breaking laws concerning memory modification and suppression.
So when she spoke, it wasn't as the chipper child hero who joined the cause because it was the right thing to do. Her voice was that of a scared, lost child remembering the worst thing she'd ever experienced. ]
I'm not allowed to talk about that.
[ Her voice was small, and she herself had unconsciously tried to make herself physically smaller to match.
It had only been a couple of weeks, and in the wake of such massive devastation and losing all but a handful of heroes no one had the time to coach her on what to say. No one had given her a handy little script for 'was murder the right thing?'
All she had to go on was the meeting that made it clear that the event was classified on every level imaginable, and that they were never to speak of it again. ]
no subject
This man was now labeled a threat. Not an immediate threat, but a threat.
Her mind tried desperately to cling to that 'fact', to make it a grounding point. She tried to focus on how he could have found that information without her noticing someone digging around in her head. She tried to focus on solving the problem at hand and closing whatever gate had been opened.
But she couldn't. It stuck in her mind, that feeling of watching someone being systematically destroyed from the inside. Without Wishmaster's amplification of her powers she couldn't enter any part of the mind except that of someone having a nightmare, but she'd felt it none the less. She felt it and it was awful, and it haunted her in the moments when she wasn't keeping herself busy, despite all efforts to disconnect emotions from the memories like with all the other traumas she and her team had faced.
There was only so much the psychics could do without breaking laws concerning memory modification and suppression.
So when she spoke, it wasn't as the chipper child hero who joined the cause because it was the right thing to do. Her voice was that of a scared, lost child remembering the worst thing she'd ever experienced. ]
I'm not allowed to talk about that.
[ Her voice was small, and she herself had unconsciously tried to make herself physically smaller to match.
It had only been a couple of weeks, and in the wake of such massive devastation and losing all but a handful of heroes no one had the time to coach her on what to say. No one had given her a handy little script for 'was murder the right thing?'
All she had to go on was the meeting that made it clear that the event was classified on every level imaginable, and that they were never to speak of it again. ]