Inviting or not, it was hard to find words to express the weird sensation of sharing one's mind with an enemy.

"I'm... Me, this personality, I'm small. Much younger, with so little to use against her. She has all these memories, all the things that shaped her and all the things that made me. She's bigger, older, smarter, and stronger and she's always, always angry. And the implant stands between her and me but parts of me are her and parts of her are me and she uses them to get around.