[It's a first for Charles, too, and he already kind of loves it. How much easier would things have been - for both of them - if they'd grown up with people who understood, with people to help them adjust instead of muddling their way through on their own?

He's caught glimpses of his life when he'd been probing him, but hearing it is good, too, and he nods, understanding immediately what that felt like and empathizing more than he could put into words.]

When it first started for me, I thought I was going insane. Strange voices in my head, saying things no one was saying out loud? It's like something out of a comic book.