[He looked a little scared before; now, for just a second, he really does.]
How?
[But they're in her brain: he's going to have to cut into it, he assumes, and that's what scares him for her sake, a fear that's twofold. He doesn't know Cambridge, doesn't trust Cambridge, certainly not enough to know that he won't only make it worse or put his own form of control in Mira's mind.
Then, too, there's this: his own memory of being cut to pieces and put back together by men who thought they were helping, and how little he wants that for someone he already cares about. He shifts his grip to take both her wrists in his hands, his pale eyes showing a surprising depth of concern.]
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How?
[But they're in her brain: he's going to have to cut into it, he assumes, and that's what scares him for her sake, a fear that's twofold. He doesn't know Cambridge, doesn't trust Cambridge, certainly not enough to know that he won't only make it worse or put his own form of control in Mira's mind.
Then, too, there's this: his own memory of being cut to pieces and put back together by men who thought they were helping, and how little he wants that for someone he already cares about. He shifts his grip to take both her wrists in his hands, his pale eyes showing a surprising depth of concern.]
How do you know you can trust him?