[Charles is ... well honestly he does not know where he is. He is currently sitting on the floor of the ship, though his mind can barely wrap itself around the idea of a stasis pod or even a ship that could look anything like what he's seen here.
He has been sitting for what may be hours, desperately trying to reconcile what reason he can lay claim too against the images being pressed into his mind via his own eyes as well as the thoughts and murmurer of feelings from others. Nothing is making sense and though he knew he had been making progress back home, the telepath is left wondering if perhaps his mind has finally savaged his reason.
The call, so deliberate and pushed towards is telepathy is startling and worse, loud. Loud enough to have him clapping his hands over his ears, a childish action that he knows does no good, yet which he can not help reverting too.]
Too loud! There is no need to yell, please. I can hear you, whoever you are.
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He has been sitting for what may be hours, desperately trying to reconcile what reason he can lay claim too against the images being pressed into his mind via his own eyes as well as the thoughts and murmurer of feelings from others. Nothing is making sense and though he knew he had been making progress back home, the telepath is left wondering if perhaps his mind has finally savaged his reason.
The call, so deliberate and pushed towards is telepathy is startling and worse, loud. Loud enough to have him clapping his hands over his ears, a childish action that he knows does no good, yet which he can not help reverting too.]
Too loud! There is no need to yell, please. I can hear you, whoever you are.