Blanca regarded him carefully. "You know what's wrong with me, don't you? You know exactly what happened. You did something to me. I know you did. I feel it. Tell me what you've done." Her face was pale, her huge eyes accusing. Asking.
We are one, bound together. We are linked in ways you can't imagine.
There was the belief of bewilderment. Dimitri felt her perplexity; he was a cloud in her mind. A mist. Something magical and powerful he could discern. Yet he was as dazed as she was. She honestly didn't understand what he meant by scanning, which was embedded in him just as breathing was. She had no idea what he meant by their being bound together, yet to him it was completely clear. Still, he was not sure he could describe it to her sufficiently. Why didn't she know these things? He was the one damaged. Broken. His mind was shattered, his memories spread to the four corners of the earth. He was chaos itself.
