"Not at all." It's a similar sort of assurance as Irene's and the hand on his arm elicits a private smile from him, before he takes a moment to look around the room.
"My mutation allows me a unique vantage and advantage. When I look around this room, when I see into the minds that I can enter, it's...something I'm used to, but I never take it for granted. It's like some glittering web; I see people's experiences, their hopes and their dreams, their sorrows. And I feel it, too --all the joys, pains and pleasures. In all their astonishing beauty. I have a deep and abiding love for people, because even though I can see them at their worst, I also see them at their best."
It's not something he gets to speak about a lot or share, not even to other mutants (probably because he expects them to reach those conclusions on their own, since they should know. But then again, they don't know this. And so they don't, and they never do, and he's always a little disappointed). Perhaps it's best that Irene is human. She styles herself as the person who knows everything about you, and Charles would really like that, for once, even though it wouldn't strictly be true.
"It must sound overwhelming to anyone else," he says, turning back to look at her with that same small, closed-lipped smile. "But it's something I've been able to do almost my entire life. It's a gift. The people I've been able to help alone makes it worth it."
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"My mutation allows me a unique vantage and advantage. When I look around this room, when I see into the minds that I can enter, it's...something I'm used to, but I never take it for granted. It's like some glittering web; I see people's experiences, their hopes and their dreams, their sorrows. And I feel it, too --all the joys, pains and pleasures. In all their astonishing beauty. I have a deep and abiding love for people, because even though I can see them at their worst, I also see them at their best."
It's not something he gets to speak about a lot or share, not even to other mutants (probably because he expects them to reach those conclusions on their own, since they should know. But then again, they don't know this. And so they don't, and they never do, and he's always a little disappointed). Perhaps it's best that Irene is human. She styles herself as the person who knows everything about you, and Charles would really like that, for once, even though it wouldn't strictly be true.
"It must sound overwhelming to anyone else," he says, turning back to look at her with that same small, closed-lipped smile. "But it's something I've been able to do almost my entire life. It's a gift. The people I've been able to help alone makes it worth it."