[Schuldig's expression is indescribable - a blend of mortification, murderous rage, and distinct alarm at having lost control of his mind. Granted, losing control of one's mind would be alarming for anyone, but doubly so for a telepath whose ability to maintain his sense of self is always strained. He straightens his jacket without thinking, as much to have something to do while he sorts out his thoughts as anything else.]
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You read my mind. [He smiles mirthlessly.]