[ It's a strange application of this newfound power -- and weakness -- that he hadn't anticipated. Being able to order someone to devote their full concentration and thought to something? He can almost see the gears turning in Hei's head when he glances over at him from where he's dropped into a squat, rifling through his possessions. ]

... not a bad set, for homemade. [ Idly to himself, first, upon looking over the bombs. ]

And you think that was communication, huh? I'd love to hear this theory.

Emotional communication? 'Cause that's all I was getting out of that. And if that's the case, you obviously have way bigger problems than me robbing you.