“Thanks,” Shinjiro said simply. He didn’t like it. For the kid’s sake, for other people’s sake - usually what’s in people’s heads was private. It’s goddamn rude that it isn’t, here.

It made him all the more concerned he could be dangerous to someone else. What’s in his head … wasn’t nice. Ken might think what happened three years ago was an accident, but Shinjiro didn’t. If Castor or a dream of Shinjiro’s hurt someone again here - he’s going to blame himself as much as before.

But he’s not focused on himself right now. He looked at Ken. “If you end up needing a hand - either with a dicey dream, or if someone won’t back off after this place shows ‘em something - let me know.”

His powers might be something he’d want to get rid of, ASAP. But he still had Ken’s back.