Nodding, Derek clears his throat. "Yeah, I get that feeling, too. That he's kind of like me; he needs someone to protect and she's easy for that because she lets him. You, on the other hand, we both know you can take care of yourself." Derek supposes Katniss is that person for him, but it isn't necessarily because he feels like she's not able to take care of herself so much as she sometimes needs protection from her own mind. He's been there, too, so he can see it a mile away.
"No, no," Derek says, shaking his head. "No, I mean, it's not exactly the same. It's not like a swap, or anything. But technically, I could share my memories with someone or extract theirs — even the subconscious ones they can't recall on demand — but it's dangerous because if I don't do it just right, it can kill them. So I don't do it. But if I was going to, I'd have to have my claws. Sink my claws into the back of someone's neck and then we share a consciousness for a minute. My friend is pretty good at it," he says, thinking of Scott. "And my uncle is scary good at it. I could do it and find out, but I'd rather not find out the hard way that I'm the one member of my family who sucks at it, you know what I mean? The stakes are a little too high for my taste in that regard."
He reaches up to rub the back of his neck before dropping his hand back into his lap. "It's a conscious effort, though, it's not like...it just happens or anything, I have to consciously try to make it happen, so you're safe, don't worry."
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"No, no," Derek says, shaking his head. "No, I mean, it's not exactly the same. It's not like a swap, or anything. But technically, I could share my memories with someone or extract theirs — even the subconscious ones they can't recall on demand — but it's dangerous because if I don't do it just right, it can kill them. So I don't do it. But if I was going to, I'd have to have my claws. Sink my claws into the back of someone's neck and then we share a consciousness for a minute. My friend is pretty good at it," he says, thinking of Scott. "And my uncle is scary good at it. I could do it and find out, but I'd rather not find out the hard way that I'm the one member of my family who sucks at it, you know what I mean? The stakes are a little too high for my taste in that regard."
He reaches up to rub the back of his neck before dropping his hand back into his lap. "It's a conscious effort, though, it's not like...it just happens or anything, I have to consciously try to make it happen, so you're safe, don't worry."