I didn't think I was wishing for anything, [ Claude says, a little defensive. He's a bit appalled by how this has all turned out, truthfully. He's always wanted to be stronger, to be able to be more convincing, to hope for a world as it could be instead of as it is, and to have it manifested as something as invasive and somehow commonplace as mind-reading irks him. He thought he would have been imbued with magical charisma, or incredible might, or anything that paints him as a dreamer rather than a shifty little man wandering around manipulating people.
Which he does, admittedly, but that doesn't mean that's his greatest desire. Simply a means to an end. ]
Who wouldn't want to know what others are thinking? [ He counters instead, even knowing Miller's own private thoughts on the matter. He clearly doesn't share Claude's priorities in that respect. ] You have to admit that life would be much easier if you could discern between what people say, and what people feel. If someone were apt to shoot you in the back, wouldn't you want to know?
[ Wasn't he? Miller raises an eyebrow. Maybe not actively. It doesn't seem to matter where these wish seeds are concerned. They seem to be revealing truths about people that even the subject themselves wasn't necessarily aware of. ]
Normally I would have contingencies in place for that.
[ Internally, of course, he acknowledges the point being made. One could be exclusively discerning in what individuals they allowed into their brigade, and there would still be the odd Lesnitsky from time to time.
There's the metro though, and then there's Aldrip. He does wonder how much of this mindset is leftover from being a participant in war himself. ]
You don't strike me as someone who has difficulty reading others. Do you feel you're under threat here? [ No, let him rephrase that. ] At least, by someone whose mind you can even access.
[ He knows, he knows. He was responsible for Claude's death here. But reading his thoughts wouldn't have changed much in that instance. The threat is beyond them. ]
no subject
Which he does, admittedly, but that doesn't mean that's his greatest desire. Simply a means to an end. ]
Who wouldn't want to know what others are thinking? [ He counters instead, even knowing Miller's own private thoughts on the matter. He clearly doesn't share Claude's priorities in that respect. ] You have to admit that life would be much easier if you could discern between what people say, and what people feel. If someone were apt to shoot you in the back, wouldn't you want to know?
no subject
Normally I would have contingencies in place for that.
[ Internally, of course, he acknowledges the point being made. One could be exclusively discerning in what individuals they allowed into their brigade, and there would still be the odd Lesnitsky from time to time.
There's the metro though, and then there's Aldrip. He does wonder how much of this mindset is leftover from being a participant in war himself. ]
You don't strike me as someone who has difficulty reading others. Do you feel you're under threat here? [ No, let him rephrase that. ] At least, by someone whose mind you can even access.
[ He knows, he knows. He was responsible for Claude's death here. But reading his thoughts wouldn't have changed much in that instance. The threat is beyond them. ]