"A lot of people don't think I do have a mind, that I just echo what's around me without thought or presence, acting without conscious intent. A thing that seeks only to help. Or harm."

Not everyone who had realised what Cole was took it well.

Cole looked to where the Chargers generally bunked down. "Worries, wriggles, worms inside. The hooks sink deep, bite into his flesh and pull in opposite directions, rending his soul. You should go and talk to The Iron Bull. It's important."