Raphael chuckled, the sound low and amused, as Hermes clawed at the burning static flooding all six of his eyes.
His head felt like it was splitting, the stars bending into warped streaks around him, space itself twisting into a smear of fire and blindness.
Raphael floated there like it was nothing, a golden bird aflame, his smirk annoyingly patient.
"Sorry," he said, tone far too casual for someone who had just nearly seared another man's brain in half. "I should have warned you. I'm immune to psychological powers. Always have been. If anyone tries to prod at my head, my body responds in kind."
He shrugged with that same careless grace that Hermes had grown to despise. "Consider it a failsafe, courtesy of my biology."
Hermes cursed his biology.
Then Raphael's grin tilted sly. "But look on the bright side. You share Paragon now. Which means… congratulations, you're immune too."
