I used to encourage her to hide. I didn't understand what it felt like for her. It just seemed easier to live in a human form. It is one of the reasons we became estranged.
I have various adopted children, as you do. My adopted daughter Ororo was recently sent away. Scott and Logan are the ones still here. There are a few others who was raised at my mansion, but they were closer to others than me.
Technically, this was an older version of me who raised them, but we've all maintained our relationship dynamics here.
Some of them are pupils and staff, not all of them are family. Ororo and Scott I raised from their formative young teen years, so I was more than a professor to them.
Yes, it does. I worry about what it all means when people come and go, and where they go to. It is optimistic to imagine they return home, which is what I would choose to hope for, but perhaps not realistic as we don't know what any of this is.
As you say. There are more variables here than we can hope to understand.
If it's any consolation, I believe it's remarkable enough that you and your loved ones have come to gather all at once in this world, in this place. Probability can't account for the statistical unlikelihood of it happening, and yet it did.
There's a semblance of order to how we are brought here, even if we can't fully comprehend it. It follows that there's a semblance of order to how we leave this world as well. Whether we're returned to our rightful places or not, there is reason to hope that you and your family will be reunited.
If the opportunity presents itself and I can return, I plan on it. While there are good things about this world, our friendship being one of them, my place really is back home. It's important that I have the school available for mutants and build our community.
But I have accepted that it may not happen too. There are people here who have lived their entire lives here. It would be foolish to think I would be the exception.
A measured approach. Indeed, the best we can do in life is grasp the opportunities within our reach. Considering your work thus far, I'd say you've done as well for yourself as you have for others.
By the way. On that train ride, we were able to converse directly due to your telepathy. Must you be quite close for it?
[ Minds are like a familiar voice or face to him. When he knows someone, he can find them easily. It's not that he's touched her mind without her knowing it until now, but he automatically connects to someone he knows. It doesn't take him long to follow pathways, searching for her until he finds his way.
It's a few minutes later when she might hear a polite 'knock' in her head before his voice comes in. It won't be loud, it'll sound as if he's sitting right next to her.]
[ How polite of him. She's experienced this before, so she doesn't have to feel too surprised, but the proximity of his voice does prompt an instinctive glance around on her end. ]
Hello. It's possible I'll be able to hear you if you project your thoughts of my name very loudly, so if you're ever in any trouble, please know you can try that.
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You mentioned Scott before, but I wasn't aware he was your adopted son. Is he your only?
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I have various adopted children, as you do. My adopted daughter Ororo was recently sent away. Scott and Logan are the ones still here. There are a few others who was raised at my mansion, but they were closer to others than me.
Technically, this was an older version of me who raised them, but we've all maintained our relationship dynamics here.
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I'm sorry to hear about your daughter, Ororo. Is her departure something that brings you anxiety?
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Yes, it does. I worry about what it all means when people come and go, and where they go to. It is optimistic to imagine they return home, which is what I would choose to hope for, but perhaps not realistic as we don't know what any of this is.
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If it's any consolation, I believe it's remarkable enough that you and your loved ones have come to gather all at once in this world, in this place. Probability can't account for the statistical unlikelihood of it happening, and yet it did.
There's a semblance of order to how we are brought here, even if we can't fully comprehend it. It follows that there's a semblance of order to how we leave this world as well. Whether we're returned to our rightful places or not, there is reason to hope that you and your family will be reunited.
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But I have accepted that it may not happen too. There are people here who have lived their entire lives here. It would be foolish to think I would be the exception.
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By the way. On that train ride, we were able to converse directly due to your telepathy. Must you be quite close for it?
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No, not really. Not within the main city. Would you like to change to that, or are you just curious?
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As practical as it may be to type in abbreviations and shorthand as some do on their phones, I can't quite bring myself to adopt their ways.
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[ Minds are like a familiar voice or face to him. When he knows someone, he can find them easily. It's not that he's touched her mind without her knowing it until now, but he automatically connects to someone he knows. It doesn't take him long to follow pathways, searching for her until he finds his way.
It's a few minutes later when she might hear a polite 'knock' in her head before his voice comes in. It won't be loud, it'll sound as if he's sitting right next to her.]
Hello there.
whispers hello... and a wrap maybe
Hello, Charles. Thank you for humoring me.
oh yes, haha wrap