/What?? How is that different than the first scenario you mentioned? See, this is why I checked./
[smh Nate, this is why we can't have nice things.]
/You do recall I've actually died, right? More than once. Not to be a Debbie Downer or whatever, but I know a lot more about what it feels like than you do./
/I should mention, Julian's on my network too. I mean, not right now. Obviously. Guy never stops yapping./ [Because clearly Quentin has room to judge on yapping.] /He's on a different channel. And on mute. But still./
/"Ok" what? I'm letting you know because I have no clue whether or not you breaking my shit would fuck him up too. Or, I dunno, anybody else I might add./
/What do you mean "so many"? I told you one other person. At home I have like... nine-ish. Give or take. Five regularly on open comms during missions./
/Right now? You and Keller. I met him and Guthrie first, going into some spooky-ass magic library. Offered it to both. Wing-boy told me to take a hike, but Julian's a try-hard so here we are. Hasn't really been a mission that needed them until now, and there's not exactly a ton of extra minds to comb through when I wanna find someone./
/Yeah? It's a passive connection. Pings me if he's being mutilated or killed or whatever, makes it quicker to track his location if I need it. You know, precautionary bullshit. I route surface thoughts and all that malarkey through a filter that runs subconsciously, so I only get the important crap./
/Nate. Buddy. I say this with all the love in the world, truly. But are you stupid?
I just tethered an insanely powerful telepath with unstable powers to the part of my brain that controls whether or not my heart keeps beating. And then I told him how to find that tether and fuck with it. You really think having a macro that automatically pings me if you get stabbed gives me any kind of control?/
[There's a faint sense of feeling hurt or disappointed from Quentin's end. He doesn't think he did anything particularly shady or weird to deserve this? But who knows, really.]
/It's just a shorthand way for me to keep an eye on people so they don't get dead, but yeah. If you want it gone, I'll make sure it's gone. Scout's honor./
( He can feel it and it wasn't his intention to make the other telepath feel that way, but. )
I just needed to know.
( A beat, he glances down where he is. )
I don't like being lied to or left without a choice. I'm not saying you would. But I was curious what your stance on someone wanting to break away was.
/My stance is "my friend thinks my way of keeping him and all these other morons I care about from getting pulverized is actually a thinly veiled machiavellian scheme to collect a bunch of minions or whatever, and that really fucking sucks."/
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[You're not getting away that easy, Natey boy!]
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( How’s that?? )
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[smh Nate, this is why we can't have nice things.]
/You do recall I've actually died, right? More than once. Not to be a Debbie Downer or whatever, but I know a lot more about what it feels like than you do./
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( Gosh, Quentin. )
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[Don't you "gosh, Quentin" him. >:( ]
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( A very Summers reply. c: )
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[DOUBT.]
/I should mention, Julian's on my network too. I mean, not right now. Obviously. Guy never stops yapping./ [Because clearly Quentin has room to judge on yapping.] /He's on a different channel. And on mute. But still./
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( Bro. )
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( He’s just, you know. Curious. )
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[That's an awful lot of very suspicious questions all in a row, Nate.]
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[ :( ]
/Any reason why, or is it just one of your edgy "I don't do friends" things?/
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( He's been around too many others who have been in control or wanted control over him. )
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I just tethered an insanely powerful telepath with unstable powers to the part of my brain that controls whether or not my heart keeps beating. And then I told him how to find that tether and fuck with it. You really think having a macro that automatically pings me if you get stabbed gives me any kind of control?/
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[There's a faint sense of feeling hurt or disappointed from Quentin's end. He doesn't think he did anything particularly shady or weird to deserve this? But who knows, really.]
/It's just a shorthand way for me to keep an eye on people so they don't get dead, but yeah. If you want it gone, I'll make sure it's gone. Scout's honor./
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I just needed to know.
( A beat, he glances down where he is. )
I don't like being lied to or left without a choice. I'm not saying you would. But I was curious what your stance on someone wanting to break away was.
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[Sorry, Nate, he's a bit salty.]
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