[He shrugs, feeling more helpless than he's comfortable with.] She grabbed me. There was - she wanted the truth of things. [He presses his fingers into his eyebrows for a moment, then looks up at Charles again.]
You don't think she did something? [Accidentally; he's sure of that. He was in her mind, too.]
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You don't think she did something? [Accidentally; he's sure of that. He was in her mind, too.]