"Who're they?" asks Yuri, wrapping the blanket more tightly around him. On second thought, he says, "I dunno if I want anyone poking around in my head -- even if it'd...if it'd help."

There it is -- the first pang. He winces and rests his head against the wall, squeezing his eyes tight shut and trying to focus on staying calm. "I've known people who -- who could," he says through gritted teeth, not thinking clearly enough to notice that he's sort of flip-flopping, insofar as he's even coherent. "Remember."