#{me: *writes gravity* me: no fuck you this thread was made before mavity and so is the setting damnit}

[themadvigilantist]

Vin was quiet then. It was a lot. A lot to realize, a lot to connect. Gravity of it.

With Gallifreyans, you need touch to read minds at the bare minimum. Implanted thought takes what? A year with a device? Several, depending on the type of device? A bond was just what for Gallifreyans? Something kids did. Ten year olds.

Everything on default baby proof purely out of control and greed and dissection.

Meanwhile here, the only privacy you had was either sentient space timeship, space itself or off world. It was raw. Open, everyone didn't know everything but mentally? It was like they were you. Literally you. And simultaneously the other. And themselves. They had your thoughts, feelings - literal feeling. They felt what you felt. Stone in shoe, sand between - every thing.

Nothing was your own. Not even your assault on both ends - acting and the target of the action.

Thank fucking what-entity-you-pray-to the cap was at pleasure. And wounds. Last thing he need.

And a Nyintiran bond - an intwining was what it was called and that was a rough translation - that about as monogamous as one could get. They knew what you hid, what you were going to hide, what you saw, felt both interally and externally, memories, everything of each other. They could feel the scars you had with the knowledge that it's not your own body. Your mental state - a madness shared by two in the most meticulouy literal sense. Taste. And vice versa.

And he was both so, what would that mean? What and how would it affect a human? A dog? A zygon? A thal? They can shift, it was why it was so through. So detailed. So open.

That wasn't smothering. Smothering gave wiggle room. This was quick dry cement with asphalt poured down your insides as foundation.

At least he doesn't have to worry about 'intertwining' with Kira. She wasn't interested, never going to be and that was just perfect.

"Humans," After a long moment of silence, he spoke again "their pain is their own. Love is their own. Hatred is their own. How the individual mind process information and how the build up need to say or do just to distract is of their own. All their own. Not here. Not with -" His mother stood up, actively now trying to reach out to console only for him to move. Away from the door, the walls. His mum. "And its towards those that–" He gestured to Kira before letting the hand drop, hand smacking against his jeans. "Unwillingly. Unwittingly from both sides. Not even a feather." He pinched his fingers together, rubbing it. "Other telepathic species, you can feel it or there's a hint of it being done to you. By translation or feeling someone's boots clopping about on your head. You can feel it and block it out. But here? Philosophically, ego and superego and id are just extra people in already packed humid room. With no off switch. Just excess. Like they were always in your brain matter since birth."

"So, add a mid-fifty year old, a adjacent jester assaulting a four year old - a child soldier - in that setting? His family, mum feeling what her boy is doing to this child in the worse way, physically feeling it on her skin, and feeling what he's doing on his end in thaf level of intricacy and have the audacity to jeer and sneer at a child murdering your boy in self-defence? Then your grandaunt on your mother's father's side tells you to buck up. Dig him up for a proper goodbye?" He rubbed his throat, he wasn't used to talking this long. Murder took time. And his throat felt like it throbbed in pain. So, he let the silence fill the room once more.

He walked around, back to where he was once before. Grabbed a few more pieces of candy. "Exposure therapy. Clearly a mistake for certain planets, wouldn't you say?"

Evangeline finally spoke, "As you can see, tough pills, tougher swallows."

Vin interjects, flatly "It's the sugar."

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“I’m sure we’ll be just fine.” He tells her as he sits in a rather extravagant sofa, leaning back against the fluff of the cushion. “If I remember my mother’s ruling system and the tales she spoke of her family members, I’m pretty sure everything’ll be fine.” He started to unwrap a chocolate ball that was once wrapped in silver, popping it into her mouth. “Even more so, how I am during this time.”