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Say What You Want [R for Cussing][Open]

Yes, Sam Winchester was still secure in his cell, sitting on his bed, still writing in John Winchester's journal as he had been for much of the time since he'd been locked up. A stack of uneaten slop trays sat outside his cell, a sign that he was still not eating. The only nourishment he would take came from the silver flask of water that sat on the floor near the head of the bed that he had refilled periodically by either Dean or whoever was in the Precinct at the time.

He'd had several visitors, many of them trying to convince him to back down, to start eating again. But each time he had refused, defiantly resisting any and all efforts to change his mind or sway him into thinking he was wrong. He wasn't wrong. He knew it.

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"All right," Lyta nodded, seeming to accept Selene's explanation. "But next time someone who is being held asks you to leave, you leave. You don't stick around and turn them into a captive audience. Do you hear me? That's not the way things work around here."

Selene wasn't one to make promises. Mostly because she lied enough as it was, so she asked her question instead after a moment of composing herself again.

She had coped with the situation. Didn't mean it was pleasant to think about. "What do you define as broken?" She asked. "Do you count a mental breakdown as broken? Because I don't associate uncomfortable and upset with breaking someone. That's more of a 'destroy' and 'render' and other such words that make it so a person can't be helped short of a miracle."

"Yes, I count a mental breakdown," Lyta answered, taking a solitary step forward. "It took everything Jean and I had to pull him out of a catatonic state, keep him from slipping away, and piece his mind back together. We've been inside his head, we know what's in there and we have a pretty good idea of what he can take. Now, Sam Winchester has made a choice, whether you or I like it or not. It's his choice. If you use that against him and you push him to a mental breakdown that he can't handle there's no guarantee Dr. Grey or I will be able to go back in and pull him back."

She took another step forward, folding her arms across her chest.

"And if you do do that, even if we can help him, I promise you it will be the last thing you do. Because I will rip every memory you have from your skull and leave you lying comatose on the ground. Am I making myself clear?"

Selene actually didn't look the least bit intimidated. "Are you sure you're not so worried that you won't be able to fix him you can't do what you need to? He's clearly not in his right mind. He's not rational. He's not mentally stable. If that isn't obvious to you, then I suppose I can believe your threat," Selene said. "I don't doubt you couldn't do it. I've met enough psychics, had plenty in my head too."

She crossed her arms. She didn't show the least bit of fear, but not a bit of insincerity either. She believed the threat. She knew how viable it was. She just wasn't scared. "You can't help him, if you're not willing to push him. The thing about people is they don't like change. They don't like to be wrong. To get him to not kill himself if that Yeerk is spared by that trial, you have to be willing to push him. Though, honestly, I think you should do it before hand anyway or else it's just gonna be one of those things that come back over and over again."

"But I won't break him. I won't do anything he can't come back from. If I did something so horrible, I'd encourage you to do jus-" She then paused. Then frowned.

On second thought, letting all her memories be ripped out and be put into a coma would be a very, very, very bad idea. After all, coma was a viable state for her to enter the dream dimension and she didn't want to be in the dream dimension while having no memories with how vindictive her personality is usually. Not that she was going to explain that.

"Actually, no, I'd say do something worse. I'd deserve it. But I won't do anything to break him permanently. That's one of the few promises I'm willing to make ever."

"Good. Then you won't mind me being present every time you talk to him from now on, as an observer."

"Can you be there where it's not so obvious you're there? One on one, I'm more likely to get him to talk than if there's a known observer," Selene said and turned, starting to walk again. "I'm also bringing some of that food next time. He had a pretty good reaction when I talked about food." And when she made the smell. "If he gets hungry enough and tempted enough, it might break down his resolve and walls without having a total break down."

"If what happened back there is any indication, I'd say he's not likely to talk to you at all next time, whether I'm there or not," Lyta pointed out. "I don't know where you got your training, but it's usually best to build trust with a person before you start digging into the parts of their psyche where they don't want you. I'd say you just destroyed any chance you have of gaining that by refusing to leave when he asked.

"You disrespected him. From what I'm understanding, he asked you to leave and you pushed. He asked you to leave again and you still pushed. You say you only want to help him but what he saw, what I saw, was someone with her own agenda. I'd say you stand a snowball's chance in hell in getting him to talk to you one-on-one now. Not without someone there that he knows, someone that he respects, and someone that he trusts."

"We'll have to see. If it does work out as you said next time, then you can be obvious," Selene said calmly. "But if I got him to really think, then I think he'll talk to me next time. If not, then that just says it's gonna be a real hard case. But like I said, I'm not gonna break him and if for some reason I manage it, then feel free to do whatever you want to me."

"Believe me, you won't get that far," Lyta warned. Turning around to head back down the corridor of the Precinct to speak to Leon about having Sam's visitor's screened more thoroughly.

Selene glanced back and sighed. She knew she wasn't going to break Sam. She's never broken anyone before unless she wanted too. And it had been only that one time when her powers had been used to hurt others.

Still, she promised herself if she did manage it for some insane reason, to explain to the woman how very much a bad idea it was to make someone who already knew that coma people like her was trapped in the dream dimension that stripping her memories was an incredibly bad and dangerous idea.

Just in case.

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