[ he nearly starts flinging things at the stranger trying to take his mask, but the voice and approach of someone new makes him pause. there's a brief, uncertain moment, and with another hiss, he telekinetically pushes the first person away. this second one.. she's different. her mind is orderly, inhuman, and it doesn't press so against his own. that alone would ease some of his defensiveness, and slowly, everything he'd picked up begins to lower once more, settling carefully in their original positions.
still, he lifts his hands to his mask, fingers curling against the straps, pale eyes narrowing behind the lenses. it's a very clear message: don't touch.
to respond to the question, he projects voices, overlapping with one another: tretij and number three, and the third child. finally, a single voice, a man's: tretij rebenok. he lifts a hand to tap his chest, indicating himself, and his own psychic 'voice' follows a moment later, faint and uncertain.
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still, he lifts his hands to his mask, fingers curling against the straps, pale eyes narrowing behind the lenses. it's a very clear message: don't touch.
to respond to the question, he projects voices, overlapping with one another: tretij and number three, and the third child. finally, a single voice, a man's: tretij rebenok. he lifts a hand to tap his chest, indicating himself, and his own psychic 'voice' follows a moment later, faint and uncertain.
tretij. ]