Jean smiled, shaking her head slightly. "Same old Charles. Well, young. You know what I mean. But you're right. I need to start a proper library again."
She found herself thinking of the time at the Institute, borrowing his books and even occasionally returning them. "It's strange. I have a lifetime of memories of your guidance, yet here we are, before any of them. Still, I can't tell you how good it is to have you here."
To have a fellow mutant who didn't know of the Phoenix. Who didn't know what she was.