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seemed to be that strong emotion thing in him. He'd felt it so often since all of this had happened, building slowly, but there. It almost had to be his thing, didn't it?
    Next to him the doctor looked down for a moment, checking her notes again he saw, not looking down in embarrassment or anything.
    "Not at all, Brian. That anger, even the rage you've felt, is normal and even healthy. Some bad people have done some really awful things and you should be angry about it. Agent Lancaster had to stop some of his fellow agents from hunting down and killing the police that tortured you last week, which I know was hard for him because he probably wanted to kill them himself. As for what happened to Barbara Dorn and the other victims of these killers... Anyone hearing about it should feel either anger or fear. That you picked anger doesn't mean you're bad or that you'll feel that kind of thing all the time, it just means you're sane and probably willing to try and stop them, rather than just hiding. Both would be normal though." She waited for him to say something, Brian noticed, as if there would be some question she expected from him, even wanted.
    He didn't have a clue what that would be.
    Finally Lancaster broke the silence, a small grin on his face. "Your first mode, the primary emotion that you display, isn't anger or anything negative at all, Brian. I don't know if it will shake out differently over time, sometimes things like this do, but it seems to be a kind of focus on protecting other people, a type of self-sacrifice. Obviously you're not stupid about it, you'd kill those pricks if you could, so it's not just compassion, and it's not blind, but you'd put yourself in front of anyone in danger. Basically like a mother would with a child only to an extreme." The large, powerfully built man waved his hand. "Or maybe like a father willing to do anything to protect his family. I'm not calling you a chick or anything." His expression looked halfway between a smile and a smirk when he said it.
    Brian shifted uneasily and put his hands down carefully, making sure they were flat on the bed before trying to push himself back. He slid and Lancaster looked like he might try to help, but the doctor gave the man a look with a small head shake, making him back off so that the younger man could do it himself. It took about a minute to get comfortable, having slipped further down twice, the sheets a bit slippery under him for some reason. It was the plastic under the cloth that did it.
    The woman sitting by him finally saw he'd finished and resumed talking. "Brian, the thing is, as near as our experts can tell with limited data, your ability doesn't have any conscious control mechanism, which leaves us with two main options to explore. The first is what we've been doing already, keeping you drugged into insensibility, which fools your subconscious mind into thinking you're asleep. Apparently you're safe then, as far as we can tell from the readings and tests we've done. Drugged or sleeping. If you want we can keep you that way indefinitely, so that you never have to go through something like what you have again." Her lips tightened going slightly white around the edges, making little wrinkles appear. It wasn't a happy thing at all.
    "The other option is to get you training. We think, and this is tentative, that if you're in enough pain or discomfort, your ability won't put you into danger. That level seems pretty extreme, but we believe that if you train hard enough, the muscle soreness and discomfort should be enough to buy you some time to learn what you need to survive."
    Going silent, the woman took a deep breath, it caught on the way out, as if she didn't want to speak the next words. After a minute of this she looked at Lancaster and shook her head, telling him that she just couldn't say the rest of it, or so it seemed to Brian. The big agent took a single step closer to the woman and put a hand on her shoulder for a moment before