In the room, she says: "I need to know what you can do. I'm not spying. I'm not gonna tell Brighteyes or anyone. I just need to know for me."
"To me, with your power, through my shield. I felt something and I'm not supposed to get anything and I have to know what I'm wrong about and how bad."
"Okay," he says. "I call it 'pushing' because it feels like," he lets go of one handhold and reaches out and puts a gentle pressure on her arm, "that, but with my mind. What I was trying in that battle, I wasn't pushing anything at you, I was just... pushing, like high-fiving somebody in the corridor when you walk by. Most people, when I push like that, they feel it, and they can push back if they want. You, it's like I try to push and there's a glass wall—I don't see it until I try, but I can't touch you, I just touch the wall instead."
"...But I felt something, there. Were you doing that before? When I rescued you from those boys...?"
"And I didn't get anything then." She frowns, chewing her lip. "And you felt it the same way both times? Maybe I can just... feel the wall, now, feel it shaking if you push it."
(She doesn't, she's afraid, but she's more afraid of not knowing and being surprised.)
"I can't feel anything this time," she murmurs. "What about on your end?"
"Try again?"
"I can control it," she says. "It's like - you're knocking, but I don't have to listen." She swallows. "But knocking isn't all you do, is it, you have some kind of hivemindy thing, that's why I was supposed to get you first of everything."
His free hand describes a back-and-forth line in the air, connecting two imaginary points.
"I can push stuff—I hit that one guy with pain, mostly, but I don't just yell what I'm feeling at my toon, that'd be stupid. I link them all, and I show them what I'm seeing and how I'm moving, and they show me the same stuff back," his hand now draws the spokes of a wheel, always returning to the same hub, "and then I tell them what I want us to do, and we do it."
"It's basically talking, but faster," he says with a shrug. "And there's some stuff that doesn't do too good in words—I can have my toon halfway across the room before somebody else would've been done saying 'split, bounce off the north wall, and form up on the east face of that star', because I just push the trajectory and they get it right away."
"But you could push whatever you wanted once they were linked up. And I bet that bully didn't invite you in..."
"Sure," he says. "I can push whatever I want at anybody who isn't a wall like you. And if I want I can get up in your face and scream nasty things about your mother with my own two lungs." He grins. "Except you'd kick my ass right across the battleroom. That was great, the way you shut me down in that battle."
"Got froze for it, though," she snickers. "Did you just send the whole toon on an Aegis-hunt or something?" She shakes her head. "But the guy didn't act like you just screamed at him. Him and his friends started it, I don't blame you, but it didn't sound like you were just shouting at him."
"Well, yeah," he says. "Shouting senses is different from shouting words. I've had some of my guys push it to me when they got a bump in practice, just to see, and it's like... I don't feel it like my own body is hurting where they hurt, same as I don't see it like my own eyes are getting what they see, but it still feels like hurt, or looks like seeing. It's just separate from what I'm getting as me."
"That sounds so strange. And can you do it to me, or does the wall stop you?"