All you know how to do, huh? [He doesn't sound particularly put off, despite how lost she seems. Look, he taught a literal sentient island creature how to be a semi-decent communicator. Plus there's, you know, himself.]
Yeah, I get it. A few years back I'd have lobotomized whatever poor piece of shit tried to tell me what I just told you. Melted their brains right out of their pathetic skulls, kept them around as drooling minions for my inevitable rise to supreme overlord of the world. [He probably sounds a little too casual about all that stuff for the comfort of anyone sane. Good thing that doesn't describe anyone here!] Point is, if I can get better at this crap, you can too. And you have the benefit of having a friendly telepath handy. I didn't have that. I just had, you know. Me. A very unfriendly telepath, to say the least.
[And now he's learned that apparently he rambles when attempting to share about his life soooo that's fun. Guess that means he's anxious? Façade of confidence? There are some who would probably say that's his whole deal. Would he? Not sure, honestly. Whatever. He'll ponder that later. Quentin adjusts his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. Just get on with it, Quire.]
What I'm saying is if you don't know how to say stuff you can just... I don't know. Think loudly at me? I don't know what it's like for non-telepaths, honestly, but that seems to work for most people.
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Yeah, I get it. A few years back I'd have lobotomized whatever poor piece of shit tried to tell me what I just told you. Melted their brains right out of their pathetic skulls, kept them around as drooling minions for my inevitable rise to supreme overlord of the world. [He probably sounds a little too casual about all that stuff for the comfort of anyone sane. Good thing that doesn't describe anyone here!] Point is, if I can get better at this crap, you can too. And you have the benefit of having a friendly telepath handy. I didn't have that. I just had, you know. Me. A very unfriendly telepath, to say the least.
[And now he's learned that apparently he rambles when attempting to share about his life soooo that's fun. Guess that means he's anxious? Façade of confidence? There are some who would probably say that's his whole deal. Would he? Not sure, honestly. Whatever. He'll ponder that later. Quentin adjusts his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. Just get on with it, Quire.]
What I'm saying is if you don't know how to say stuff you can just... I don't know. Think loudly at me? I don't know what it's like for non-telepaths, honestly, but that seems to work for most people.