Jacen
You are extremely lucky I was dead the other night. You were way out of line with John, and if I'd seen all that while I knew you couldn't fry my brain, I'd probably have done something about it. Which, granted, would have probably still ended up with me being dead, but, hey, at least
Telling him his friends are only here out of pity? That wasn't okay. Not at all. I don't care if you were tweaking out or not - I mean, in theory I care, or would if you hadn't turned into a jerk, I'm sorry about your daughter and all, but I mean, I don't care in the sense that I don't think it's a viable excuse. So, that was pretty damn bad, right there.
But it gets worse, because you decided it was also okay to say Sherlock died to get away from him? I don't even know how to explain how much I wish I could drop you in a volcano tonight. Be happy that I know you could kill me with your brain, because I really would do it if I could. Which is probably not the thing to sa
He was doing better. A lot better. He was helping with the fight, and he wasn't panicking, and he hadn't had a breakdown in a while. Now, we're back to square fucking one, and I can't d not so much.
He'll get better again. I'll make sure of that. His friends will make sure of that. And if you screw that up again, brain-frying powers or not I will not just sit here and bitch via internet. There will be problems. There might even be volcanoes.