She found herself apologizing to him repeatedly along their mind link.
Yes, he seemed to often be there, consoling her by his mere presence.
But she struggled with knowing if what she sensed was real between them, afraid that somehow after a lifetime of intense loneliness that maybe her mind was just fragmenting and their conversations were a product of her imagination.
When she went to that space between them into her mind’s mazelike room, she began recognizing aspects of thoughts that she was having that were behaving like negative static and zapping both his and her tender emotionalism.
It was like a crazy house in there with aspects of personalities emoting their assaultive opinions – and she realized that she owed it to the both of them to figure out how to organize the renegades and teach them discipline.
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