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The first time Schuldig ever used a subway was when he was fifteen. He had spent the entire journey with his head buried against Crawford's shoulder, almost crying from the pressure of so many minds jammed tight together; and Crawford had let him, that time.

They don't bother him much now. He enjoys the surreal feeling of movement in darkness, and feeling the shape of the network through the patterns the clusters of minds make, and the screaming rush of air when a train nears the station.

Schuldig entertains tangential trains of thought like this just to stave off boredom.