“You said you could tell if I was lying!” she said, seriously confused. The conversation had gotten a lot more tangled suddenly. “And that you were worried about how he was affecting me — he’s not affecting me, Isaac. I didn’t … we don’t sit near each other, and I don’t talk to him … ” She sighed. “I guess I should tell you the whole story?”
“I can — but you could be…don’t take this the wrong way, but he accused you of basically being able to control my emotions or something, right? So would you be able to make it so that I couldn’t tell if you were lying or not?” Isaac blurted out, before wincing at the way he’d worded that, shaking his head with regret. “That came out wrong. But just know that I don’t believe him, okay? I know what you feel for me is real. And he is affecting you. He’s making you hurt and have seizures!”
She shook her head hard. “I — how do you even — I don’t know how you can tell lies. So I don’t know if I could obscure it.” She threw herself down against the pillows again, wincing as her back twinged. “It’s not his fault I wasn’t shielded. I should have put them up the minute I saw him come in, and I didn’t. The seizures are a thing, okay, it’s part of me. It’s not him. I can do things that make them less likely, and I was stupid and didn’t do them.”