[ Charles can sense that it is overwhelming for Erik doing this here and a part of him likes that. It's a cruel edge that he feels guilty for right away, and any snarky reply he might have come up with, or snapped with, gets evaporated right away. It would only hurt them both at this point. He is far more used to having conversations in his mind while in public, so it is more average to him, even intense ones.
He goes back to that beach often. They left him bleeding and paralyzed on it, and while he and Hank became very close over time, they weren't at that point. He wiped Moira's mind to protect her and then he had to begin again without the two people who felt like permanent fixtures in his heart. How does someone move on from three significant losses in a single day?
Neither of them have gotten over what happened because until recently there was no way for them to find either peace or recrimination from one another. They had long, long silence and anger, and there were high emotions on that plane, genuine ones. He sighs and feels the weight of Erik's skin, just the tip of his fingers, close to his, enough that he could reach him if he wanted to. But he doesn't. ]
You weren't wrong, what you said. I shut down, I let the dream die. I gave up on everyone.
[ Charles did manage to find some hope after his heart was broken, and for a time, it felt like the school could truly exist, that they were going somewhere. He let go of his rage and pain to focus on the future. But the world around them came for the school and he was left again, with nothing other than Hank. Charles knows that he could have continued, he had opportunities, but by then Hank came up with the drug, and he fixated on closing his mind. ]
Perhaps this is not the place to discuss it. I can tell it is bothering you.
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He goes back to that beach often. They left him bleeding and paralyzed on it, and while he and Hank became very close over time, they weren't at that point. He wiped Moira's mind to protect her and then he had to begin again without the two people who felt like permanent fixtures in his heart. How does someone move on from three significant losses in a single day?
Neither of them have gotten over what happened because until recently there was no way for them to find either peace or recrimination from one another. They had long, long silence and anger, and there were high emotions on that plane, genuine ones. He sighs and feels the weight of Erik's skin, just the tip of his fingers, close to his, enough that he could reach him if he wanted to. But he doesn't. ]
You weren't wrong, what you said. I shut down, I let the dream die. I gave up on everyone.
[ Charles did manage to find some hope after his heart was broken, and for a time, it felt like the school could truly exist, that they were going somewhere. He let go of his rage and pain to focus on the future. But the world around them came for the school and he was left again, with nothing other than Hank. Charles knows that he could have continued, he had opportunities, but by then Hank came up with the drug, and he fixated on closing his mind. ]
Perhaps this is not the place to discuss it. I can tell it is bothering you.