[None of that means anything to her. The words are familiar, but put together in that order. He might as well have explained why a raven was like a writing desk.]
[Instead, she searches for it directly in his mind.... and hears nothing.]
[Not the low murmur of background voices she's used to, that she thinks of sometimes as music. Dead silence.]
[Her eyes narrow and within seconds she's in his personal space, has him by the throat and back to the wall. Her grip isn't vice-like, just enough to hold him in one place. He's a mutant. She has no desire to hurt him more than necessary.]
no subject
[Instead, she searches for it directly in his mind.... and hears nothing.]
[Not the low murmur of background voices she's used to, that she thinks of sometimes as music. Dead silence.]
[Her eyes narrow and within seconds she's in his personal space, has him by the throat and back to the wall. Her grip isn't vice-like, just enough to hold him in one place. He's a mutant. She has no desire to hurt him more than necessary.]
What have they done to us?