[ His lips quirk upward. Somehow, he isn't expecting her to quote it back to him, but when he takes another look at herā€”it's not as surprising as he first thought.
She's got a point. ]
Oh, yeah? [ A teacher. He can see it. She could've fit right into the school's hallways, if she were a mutant. He doesn't think she is one, though it's not always obvious even to him. ] You'd have loved an old friend of mine. Actuallyā€”he ran the whole school.
[ Until there wasn't anything left to run. It'd been something, to see it standing again fifty years back. Empty, abandoned, but standing at least. The institute was a school by name, yeah, but it was also home for a lot of them. Him, too, if he's being honest.
But hell, maybe that was always the problem. The places he manages to call home, they don't seem to last. ]
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She's got a point. ]
Oh, yeah? [ A teacher. He can see it. She could've fit right into the school's hallways, if she were a mutant. He doesn't think she is one, though it's not always obvious even to him. ] You'd have loved an old friend of mine. Actuallyā€”he ran the whole school.
[ Until there wasn't anything left to run. It'd been something, to see it standing again fifty years back. Empty, abandoned, but standing at least. The institute was a school by name, yeah, but it was also home for a lot of them. Him, too, if he's being honest.
But hell, maybe that was always the problem. The places he manages to call home, they don't seem to last. ]