They were really enjoying this. You could almost see their anticipation as they walked the halls. Could, in fact, see it in their secretive little grins. And every time Lance caught them looking his way he nudged them up a notch… a little more enjoyment, a little more anticipation, a little more excitement…

When they got around to it, Lance was determined it would be with him. For them, getting even more excited specifically when seeing him… it’d seem as though they wanted him more than the others. They would choose him.

It was a selfish use of Empathy he’d never consciously utilized for himself. But for his friends he’d do anything, including abuse power.

Unfortunately, he imagined it was a selfish use, even so. His friends’ fear, pain and humiliation would hurt, possibly even kill him. His own, though?

As he nudged the emotions higher again he grasped at them. By now he was synching pretty nicely with the guards. It was getting disturbingly hard to tell he wasn’t actually happily anticipating interrogation.

Yes, Lance thought with resignation, when the time came… his own fear and pain and humiliation he would enjoy. Damned if he wasn’t enjoying it already.