"...I see." Jean lets out a long breath, and looks back up at Bronwyn. They are not smiling; their professional face just isn't up to this. Not with their worries about an attack, and the strange experience of this event, which gives them a wrenching feeling in their chest. The other mind quiets, turning into something thoughtful, contemplative.
It is still watching Bronwyn. It's weaker in some senses than Jean's mind, less able to protect itself; indeed, there's almost a sense that it's stretching across Jean's mind, taking hits first, but for all that sense of weakness it is far more aware.
A faint thrum of realization. Recognition. "You've come here as an act of compassion, haven't you?"
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"...I see." Jean lets out a long breath, and looks back up at Bronwyn. They are not smiling; their professional face just isn't up to this. Not with their worries about an attack, and the strange experience of this event, which gives them a wrenching feeling in their chest. The other mind quiets, turning into something thoughtful, contemplative.
It is still watching Bronwyn. It's weaker in some senses than Jean's mind, less able to protect itself; indeed, there's almost a sense that it's stretching across Jean's mind, taking hits first, but for all that sense of weakness it is far more aware.
A faint thrum of realization. Recognition. "You've come here as an act of compassion, haven't you?"