He entered the room, and stopped, actually wincing in pain at the psionic field, and that was before her attention turned to him.<br/><br/>It was a single question, but he remembered the anti-mage child, and felt that, for that poor child's sake and her own, she shouldn't follow in his path. He looked about, and walked over to a tipped over bed, and painfully leveraged it upright, super strength was not one of his gifts. He then took a seat, and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his chin resting atop his interlaced fingers, easily meeting her eyes, his thoughts almost a stream of conscious with only moderate control over it.<br/><br/><em>Not as powerful a presence as Mime, at least, but I think she is likely holding back considerably.<br/>Need to get the minions to work on better shielding for the helms. And to get the smell of bacon out of the secondary sleeping room. Tired of waking up hungry.<br/>I told the medics to let her up, if only to not lose the room, but did anyone listen to the scrub? Noooooooo~oooooo. Just mind your own business, build your toys, there goes Terry, give him a kick.<br/>Her armor didn't seem to have a shielding module, I wonder if I could work one into it. I didn't really get a chance to look it over.</em><br/><br/>He shook his head, and tried to bring some semblance of order to his thoughts, trying to give her a good answer. "Because I failed someone who was in the same situation as you before. And I don't want to be staring at another corpse that I could have stopped becoming one."