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"Stop it."

Rene heard the voice before his head hit the table. He was shocked. It couldn't have been Cassidy. Cassidy NEVER spoke in the Lab unless spoken to. And he couldn't tell Sinister to stop. That was like certain torture. Certain, slow, agonizing, torture.

"Mission accomplished, Mr. LeBeau. You can go back to your cell."

"BOUDREAUX, bastard!" Rene yelled after him. Then he looked over at Cassidy, wide eyed. "Cassidy, man, are you alright? Why did you say that? Come here, closer, see if you can get these straps off of me before the cat man or one of the other asshats gets here. Listen, um, uh, we gotta come up with a plan. Um, maybe, um, maybe we could say that I MADE you say that. It was totally involuntary. Uhhhh, let's see, like, it was my reaction, wanting him to stop, but I forced it into your head and out of your mouth. I think he might buy that. I tried to put my emotions into his mind before, but it was like they hit a wall and ricocheted back into my own mind. So he knows I can do that, so if we said I did it to you, he'd believe it. He'd HAVE to believe it, right? Right, Cassidy?"