The request for Dove to stop thinking seemed to have had the absolute opposite effect. Her thoughts started racing all over again, even faster than before. And now she knew more about Dove than she'd ever needed to. She closed her eyes, sorting through the sudden surge of direct surface thoughts that were zooming through the air as if they were being thought by a speedster (and thank God Sandy had never read the mind of a speedster, she thought her head might explode).
"Don't apologise," Sandy said quickly, "I- I can't turn it off. I- I'm still trying to learn how to... not listen to everything? It's not easy, though. It's like having radio that's always turned on but keeps skipping through different channels, you know?"
She pressed two fingers against her temple and rubbed it gently.
"And I don't disagree. I- Sometimes I think my powers should be turned off." She shrugged a shoulder, "but instead of doing that, they drugged me and put me in like sort of a coma thing?" She looked at Dove, straight in the eye, "Having my powers turned off woulda been preferable but my telepathy can't hurt anyone but me. I guess that's why they don't?"