“Hurt!? No, Kryschenn, I always crumple over in agony like th- YES it hurt all that much!” The Mentalist answered with a sarcastic tone masking a hint of anger. For a moment Cole was tempted to snap back at the question. He was starting to get a little fed up with the Berserker’s constant inquiries concerning him. Cole had never been one of his favorite topics for discussion. He liked to keep himself personally distant from others. It was a strange twist of fate then, considering he was given a device capable of tapping into one’s innermost thoughts.
At the Highlander’s mention, the Mentalist recalled the wave of pain that had washed over him at stream tunnel, a sensation unlike anything he ever felt before. If Abigail hadn’t been there to diffuse the situation as she did, it was likely that he would have been killed. However, he was still breathing, no one save him was truly hurt in the incident, and after a fateful repose he woke feeling refreshed in both mind and body. It was during his rest when he gained a valid reason to refrain from using his powers as intensely as he had done so over the past few days. Considering his reason personal, Cole sought not to bring any of the others into the situation.
“I know you didn’t do that on purpose though,” he replied after a few seconds, allowing the event to fade back into memory. He knew Kryschenn’s comments were in the form of yet another apology for her earlier actions. “I’m still breathing and no longer really hurt from that attack,” The Mentalist, now calmed, said to her. “No harm, no foul, right?”
