[his hands are folded in his lap. they uncurl from each other, and Blue turns one over, palm-up.]

You take hold of my hand, and I can synchronize my thoughtwaves with the speed of yours...giving you the memory I hold.

[he gives Jaime a steady, hardened look.] But you must understand. Doing this...for me, is like walking into a pool of water. Your own thoughts and memories are the water itself, and it is rather impossible to not get wet. You have to push what things trouble or linger too closely in your heart and mind aside and think only of this.