by Will Stanton » Fri Feb 12, 2016 1:04 am
"Right in principle, wrong in the key," Will said, coolly and calmly, but with an underling current of tension building as he continued.
"It's a trick She taught me, after the fourth or fifth time I had my mind violated. You see, that's something I've never been very good at. One day, when the epistemology of mutantkind is better understood, we'll probably refer to it as telepathic openness or something along those lines. My self-image is so extraordinarily flexible that it's ultra-malleable, even to people from the outside.
That's a problem for anyone, but especially the Champion of the Morrigan. She has enemies, I have enemies. I'm a target. This trick is something that I had to study long and hard--I seal up the bits of me that are important in a box in my mind, and await rescue. That way, I can hide away--whether I need to take on another personality for an assignment, or someone decides to use my head as their own personal romper room, the bit that makes me me is safe, and can eventually be restored.
And do you know what happens then?"