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Telepathy could be strange. A connection, thin and delicate as silk, strong and durable as steel. Chiaotzu could see it sometimes: a gleaming silver thread linking the two of them. Often, when he was left behind, he would seek out that thread. Floating above their home, buffeted by icy winds. Following it as it glimmered into the distance. To wherever Tien was risking his life to protect everyone. To protect him. As long as that thread shone bright and solid, Chioatzu knew that Tien was safe. That their connection was secure.
And that was of infinite comfort in his loneliness.