Mia Dearden thinks your facial hair is silly (speediest) wrote in utr_logs,
Dona smiled a little, still trying to calm herself down. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around herself. Her mental 'voice' was a little softer. I didn't know that would happen. She was still a little shaken up, but being in the quiet room with Eli helped. Thanks.
Mia glared at Lightman, refusing to answer his questions--not voluntarily, anyway. She hated that he was reading her like this. It felt way more invasive than when Eli did it. "What's wrong with you?" she asked. "You're supposed to be fucking brilliant, right? Smartest guy in the room, probably. So why the hell are you picking on a girl barely out of high school? Why do you care? You're not being protective of Eli; you don't even like him. There's something going on to make you like this. Seriously, I've met terrorists who aren't as big of an asshole as you."
Lightman was smirking, egging her on. Mia continued. "I think you fucked up. Your little gift got somebody hurt. You missed something you should've seen." It was a pretty common origin story, at least as far as superheroes and crimefighters went. The smirk on Lightman's face had faded. He didn't emote as much as normal people, but Mia had caught a loose thread and was going to yank it. "Somebody close to you. Sister? Wife? Mother?"
Lightman looked at the girl, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek.