[She finds her telepathy-related concerns have faded to almost nothing since the last time she spoke to Charles. Not because she tried to account for herself and clear the air a little, but because she just doesn't care any more. Even if he was malign enough to rummage around in her head and pluck out all her secrets, so what? What earthly use would he (anyone) have for them, for her?
It's strangely liberating to have so little concern for herself, and when she smiles it's genuine for all the wrong reasons.]
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It's strangely liberating to have so little concern for herself, and when she smiles it's genuine for all the wrong reasons.]
Charles, good afternoon. How are you?