That does sound like a useful skill, doesn't it? [ she quirks her lips up in something of an almost smile, not necessarily in being pleased but more in the irony of it. useful maybe, but it's the very thing that wouldn't make anyone want to stand by her at all.

turning away, she shrugs a shoulder, trying for a faux casualness that doesn't do well to hide the discomfort she feels from the thought. ]

I ... try not to use it. Not anymore, anyway. It can do horrible things to people. Imagine being forced to relive your most horrifying fears again and again in your mind. Imagine actually believing those very things exist right in front of you. That's — that's what someone like me can do.

[ a pause, and then she adds with a sigh, ]

Mindfucking, as they say.