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𝕛𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕣 (bardcore) wrote in colligo_threads,

Charles smiled. "Logan," he said thoughtfully. "It's good to put a name to a face. We never got quite so far as introductions on his part. Erik and I were recruiting mutants for a CIA task force and we found him. We only got as far as our names before he dismissed us with a rather colourful suggestion." He'd actually found the man's gruff demeanour to be rather entertaining. He could only imagine what he would have been like as an addition to their group. But then, he supposed, even if Logan had heard them out and come along, he never would have stayed with a ragtag group of kids. He wouldn't have had the patience for it. Still, it could have been terribly interesting while it lasted.

Charles was a fairly intelligent man, so it didn't escape his notice that there was something Marie resolutely wasn't thinking about. He didn't pry, but he did wonder. It was also hard to miss the way she spoke of her two friends in the past tense. "Scott's mutation sounds rather a lot like Alex's," he said calmly, though he felt a bit ill at the idea that these two people he had never met but would one day know were dead. "Alex 's blasts come from his chest. Hank made him a suit that allows him to control and direct the energy. Scott was probably his son, from the sound of things." He was quiet for a moment, then he spoke again. "How did they die, if you don't mind my asking?" He felt a strange attachment to these strangers, particularly Scott. He couldn't imagine Alex's son dying under his tutelage. It felt wrong.

He smiled slightly, when she pointed out the time during which his future self had been unable to help her. "While it's true that wisdom comes with age," he said in a light, easy tone, "older does not always mean wiser. From the sound of things, my older self thinks of things far differently than I do. No disrespect meant, of course, as I would hardly insult myself. Just...perhaps this needs a different approach. I'm told I have quite the talent for achieving ridiculous and improbable results by sheer virtue of my unbridled optimism." Erik always did have a peculiar and amusing way of phrasing things. He was fairly sure he wasn't meant to take it as a compliment, but he was contrary in that way.