Martin, sated and satisfied, let his mind drift far over the mountains. Trough the void he reached out until he found one of the two minds that vaguely resembled his.
He let a feeling of familiarity pass trough, a thought slipped trough the cracks and echoed trough the worried mind of Mithias.

"̢̀͡ Hello again big brother. How are you feeling? Cooped up with the Titanic Mind must be tiresome. Have you uncovered any lines in the script he has written for us all? "̸̶̴͠

With the rush of fresh blood in his system Martin could easily support the connection himself. This was good since Mithias had the pesky habit of dedicating himself completely to what he was doing at that moment, leaving only little energy for subconscious business. Energy which he usually used to shield his mind from connections like these exactly. It was almost like he didn't want to talk to him or father sometimes.