A monster had done this? Brain damage? His arms tightened around Schuldig, pulling him closer in concern. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, wishing that there was something that he could do to help. Schuldig relied so much on his telepathy, it must have been like losing sight of hearing or a limb. He couldn't really imagine it or know if his comparisons were anywhere near the mark. And it was weird, thinking that Schuldig wouldn't know what he was thinking anymore. He'd always known that he couldn't hide from the telepath and now?

"Maybe it'll be back tomorrow. Like people when they believed this place." Like Ken.