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Even though he wasn't particularly fond of the idea of helping anyone with anything, he was strongly against being questioned by a girl two years younger than him.

"Hey," he said, insulted. "Just because I don't hear voices in my head doesn't mean there's anyone better in this sanatorium to help you." He'd stopped now, crossing his hands defensively as he looked at her.

"I've been through more than most people in this place, I know more about what goes in people's minds than these so-called psychologists, and what makes you think that you can judge my capabilities anyway?"

Anthony sucked in his cheeks while breathing through his nose, trying to calm his mind. The thought occurred to him that Lucy might not even know what sort of place this was. Did she have a power? Did it have something to do with those voices in her head? Was he supposed to find out?

"I have blackouts," he revealed. "My mind sometimes goes blank, and I'll wake up somewhere else entirely with no recollection of how I got there." Which was true, even though he later found out it was due to his teleportation ability.

"It's usually a sign of Dissociative identity disorder, alongside or instead of hearing voices in your head," he ended. "So, you know, it might be the same thing."