[His fingers rest light on Israel's arm. Slowly curl and tighten in the fabric. And hesitantly, warily, he opens up a thin stream of his emotions, a trickle into Israel's mind. It's a jumble, a mess, far too many emotions to name or untangle -- good memories, terrible memories, friendships and hatreds. It's a tumult, and touching the raw roar of Israel's mind calms it, easing the force of a hurricane to a thunderstorm, even if only for now.]