"Not powers. Thoughts. Personality," he said, still running, craning his neck so she'd stop poking his face.

He reached a hand up to his face, grateful the shielding was working and ruing that he hadn't had time to work on the rest of their technology to shield it similarly.

"My intelligence renders my mind incapable of function without outside help."

He could only barely keep it together when his inhibitors were malfunctioning.

"Therefore, my implants have extra shielding. They are still functional. I have been meaning to add this to the other equipment but no time. Too much. Too much of --" Of everything. "--everything."

He barely had time to even think.