[He could feel it. Those tendril like holds in his mind. The same ones she'd latched onto him that time in the Institute's tunnels. Again she was trying to pierce his head, rip it apart, make him do something stupid...
But he'd had some work done since then. If she kept pressing, she'd find herself a very... very unpleasant surprise. Doing his best to look intimidated, he goaded her further.]
You got the ugly part right, but you didn't need my help for that...
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But he'd had some work done since then. If she kept pressing, she'd find herself a very... very unpleasant surprise. Doing his best to look intimidated, he goaded her further.]
You got the ugly part right, but you didn't need my help for that...