I put my hands on Prime's shoulder, as the others retrieve a body. I begin my typical concentration exercise to open my mind up to reception, but the reception is much more than the normal. Not simply a thought, a FLOOD of thoughts. Memories. Emotions. Motives. Joys and fears. Senses, perspectives...my hand clamps on his shoulder, and the two of us cry out in pain.
His memory banks pour out into me, and even his Telepathy inundates my consciousness. My mind picks up on every minute thought, every infinitesimal notion, every idea, every pondering...
"BRING THE BODY CLOSER!" I yell to the others, pained. "QUICK!"
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)