[Okay, what did you get, other than a great big lightning bolt?]
[It was surrounded in its affect-gray, and there were some verbal tracks - mostly in my color or the magic's, not yours, so I guess you weren't really generating words - and there was the emotion-blob. I could open the emotion-blob,] she suggests.
Because no, he was definitely not generating words, but he wonders what words were getting generated for him.
[My name, a few times, tagged with footnotes I didn't open and surrounded in a very lovely pale affect-gray. Stuff about the quality and location of the pain - that it was fire or that the water was interacting with it in various ways, like that.]
It'd be kind of weird if her mind-reading managed to miss the quality of that experience. But Alice finds that he can't even really figure out whether it was a thought or a feeling or what. It's important, he knows that much. Maybe it wasn't something he thought at the time, but only occurred to him later?
Ecstatic submersion in experience bursts across Bella's mind like a paintball to the gut. It's crushing and drowning and utterly fantastic.
It doesn't last forever. [If there was a drug that did that, it would be illegal and everyone would take it anyway,] Bella opines.
[I think, like, enlightened Buddhist monks are supposed to be able to induce that state. Only that's about not-experiencing things more than it is about experiencing things. Also it takes them a long time to figure out how to do it.]
[Looks like I found a shortcut. Maybe not, though, 'cause that was definitely about experiencing things.]
[Yeah, I think you just did it backwards,] Bella says. [Dang. I might feedback-loop on that, tomorrow morning.]
[That's a word for it, yes. Say, as long as I'm designing the power - I'm inventing arbitrary units so I can compare various instances of it with each other, and so on - remember the test with the square? That was just - plain. Would you like the power to be not-plain? Come in various flavors? Like ice cream.]
Ice cream pain. Bella is the best.
[Such as?] Bella says. [I'm liable to neglect something, but presumably you know what you like.]
(And he is not totally sure that she really wants him to start listing ways he likes to hurt, because it is all about the details, and Bella has historically seemed to think the details are kind of gross. Also, it gets pretty sexual in a lot of ways, but that seems to be less of a problem now.)
Let's see. There's heat, obviously. Cold. Acid. Is base meaningfully different? Meh, she includes it as its own thing; may as well. Electricity. Various flavors of more mechanical injury - cuts, bludgeons, puncture wounds, crushing, tearing, cramping, scraping. She's not sure how some of these will scale up, but magic is very good at that sort of thing.
And she includes "plain", too.
Well, now Alice is thinking about all the subtle flavours of sharp: knife, glass, wire, different kinds of knives, where you put it—it all makes a difference.
[Ah, so we're not going vanilla-chocolate-strawberry here, you want mango gelato with coconut flakes too.] Bella goes back to her mental list and adds shades of nuance. If Alice sees a meaningful difference between being incinerated in a furnace and branded with a soldering iron he may as well be allowed to enjoy those fine distinctions.
[I love you,] he giggles, hugging himself, and finally heads back to his room to curl up in bed.