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𝕛𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕣 (bardcore) wrote in colligo_threads,

Charles wondered about his future self when the children seemed so surprised that he would ask their permission to look inside their minds. He wondered even more when the thoughts Marie projected ran in the same vein. He had always been respectful of the privacy of those with whom he was close. It was true that he would use his powers with strangers and enemies, or pick at the surface thoughts of pretty girls at bars, but he never invaded the minds of his friends. And he certainly wouldn't do so with his students. How could he expect them to respect the inherent responsibility of their powers, to use them ethically and not abuse them, if they could not even trust in the sanctity of their own minds.

He watched with a measure of curiosity as she removed one of the gloves. He could tell she was anxious about something, but did not pry. He was sure, with time, she would explain the significance of the accessory. Or, perhaps, she simply liked gloves. He could hardly claim to know what fashions would be popular decades in the future. Precognition was not an aspect of his telepathy. He looked down at his tea for a moment, as though he could find guidance in the dark liquid. Perhaps if it was, he would have chosen his words more carefully that day on the beach, and things would have gone very differently.

"A mutant in Canada?" Charles asked, curious. He knew that it was highly unlikely that it was the same man he and Erik had once met, but he still found himself giving voice to the words in his head. "Was he a rather gruff gentleman with a penchant for crass language and cigars? If so, I met him once. Quite the interesting fellow." He tilted his head at the next two names. "Now...Scott Summers, right? I do wonder if he is Alex's son. What is his mutation, if you don't mind my asking? And what of Jean?" He ducked his head. "I'm sorry to ask so many questions. This is just all a bit fascinating for me...the idea of my plan actually coming to fruition."

He raised an eyebrow at her next words, suddenly understanding the gloves. "I am sorry," he said, and he meant it. "I cannot imagine how difficult that has to be. You must be a very strong young woman to manage such a mutation. I hate to be presumptuous, but perhaps there is a way to control it. I have difficulty believing nature would be quite so cruel to anyone."