[With eyebrows raised, Chilton took in what Sai was saying. By his estimation, he was looking at the victim of an outright cult -- and one highly adept at psychic driving. The very fact that Sai could integrate into larger society from that with such relatively minor difficulty (for Chilton wouldn't accuse the young man of perfect social graces) spoke deeply to Sai's resilience.

Of course... Identity forged well after the fact was all the more malleable. And, as according to the youth himself, Sai was not even his real name.]

Good of your teammates, at least. [A soft murmur, one just shy of pity. Chilton guessed that pity would be distasteful.] However superfluous they might seem, gestures of attention often translate into caring. It was really quite good of your teammates.

[And by that same implication, good of Chilton himself.]

I will leave that invitation open, Sai. If ever you want to discuss what happened to do in length, if ever you need someone to listen.

[Chilton shrugged, lightly, trying hard not to put pressure on his words.]

My office door is open.