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Detention, Depths of the Castle, Tuesday

Another bright, shining, and pink day had begun for the ~~prisoners~~ guests being held in detention, and while the morning started off the same as the day before, there was a strange sort of feeling in the air once people began waking up. A kind of... musical feeling, in fact.

Umbridge might have taken over the island, but the island still had a mind of her own, thank you very much.

[No, the barriers of detention cannot save you from Once More With Fandom Day! The OCD is up, so have at it!]

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Liara's voice panted a, "Yes, I think you should."

Asari mental abilities were all about connections, about the weaving; one thing she did know was the ability to use her own mind and her own knowledge to offer a handhold, a... sense of order.

She couldn't untie all the knots. So much of that was work that Jono had to do himself. But she could reach out and strengthen the underlying framework, push and pull until the pattern became less... tattered, more of an actual pattern.

Her panting became more obvious as she poked and attempted to do just that much, mental fingers tracing the fire. "This is... this could-- be part-- of your grounding," she said. "It's-- it could be power. Strength."

//It could be,// Jonothon conceded, looking at the flames from a half-step back. //It could be very much the opposite, too.//

The fire had ripped him apart. It had ripped him apart more than once, and was constantly eating away at what was left. It was difficult to find a place for the flames in the whole, even if they were going to be there for a very long time.

//What do you propose I do?//

"I can... use my mind... give you an extra frame-- a pattern," Liara wheezed, "Like a different... language?"

There were little blue sparks here, now, crossing easily because right now Jono's mind was her mind and the other way around.

"Should make it... easier... to find... power you might have... tied up," she added, "But that's... I can't find it for you."

//A pattern...// The fire reached for the sparks, just as it reached for all of the rest of him, trying to pull in everything around it. Warm, welcoming, ravenous. //... A pattern is... a good deal more than I've ever had.//

He would go looking. If ever the chance presented itself to get out of here, he wasn't about to throw away another means of escape, simply because he blinked when he was offered a chance to really know what he was capable of.

Too many lives could depend on him knowing how to lash out, just as well as he'd trained himself to pull back.

There was a flare of blue-- and another blast of memories that Liara couldn't quite contain, of stars and planets and her home in Armali, Thessia--

And then it was done and she was falling over backwards onto the floor of detention, staring up at the ceiling and feeling very dizzy indeed.

It took Jonothon a moment to pull himself back from the tangle, blinking still-white eyes as he registered that he wasn't sitting in amongst the flames any more than he had ever been, twisting up around him and tousling his hair.

She was... she was on the floor, and he was a bit on the dizzy side himself, bracing himself against the wall for a few seconds before leaning forward and reaching a hand to put onto her shoulder.

//I'm sorry about that, luv. I had... some idea of how bad it was, but I've never had it really put into perspective before.// Simply put, he was a mess. //Are you okay?//

"I... just... need to lay down for a while," Liara told the ceiling.

Honey, you were already lying down.

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Jonothon was going to be nice and not point that out. For the time being, at least.

//Take all th'time you need, luv,// he murmured, lifting his hand to run through his hair. //And... thank you. For that. I think I needed it even more than I realized.//

"Anything that might help," Liara said earnestly. "I hope it... will be of some help."

Goddess, she was exhausted, visions of fire still drifting through her line of sight like echoes.

//Believe me, luv, if I ever get the opportunity to make some use of it, I won't let that chance pass me by.//

He hesitated a moment, before pulling off his jacket, balling it up, and making to arrange it under her head. This floor wasn't exactly made for sleeping on, after all. And then he crouched forward a little more, looking something like a burning gargoyle standing sentry over its charge below.

//Here. Rest. You've more than earned it.//

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I'll be fine."

She'd have retreated somewhere else if there was somewhere to retreat to. Not that it mattered; as soon as those last words left her mouth she was out like a light.

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