[ His brows furrow. He's still trying to figure her out, trying to figure this out. He isn't Charles, and he sure as hell isn't Scott Summers. It's not typically his first thought to bring everybody into the fold just 'cause they're alike. The world's more complicated than that. But he does feel...
Hell, he isn't sure. A responsibility? Protective? He doesn't know what it is, hasn't examined it too closely. What he does know is, where he's from, their numbers have dwindled day by day. Even if she isn't a mutant, she's close enough. She's close enough in that she'd be hunted down with the rest of them if she was from his world.
Maybe it's got to do with how she's looking at him, like he's holding something she's been searching for the entire time. ]
There's a few of us around. Mutants. [ He glances back at her. ] Guessing we're not that different.
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Hell, he isn't sure. A responsibility? Protective? He doesn't know what it is, hasn't examined it too closely. What he does know is, where he's from, their numbers have dwindled day by day. Even if she isn't a mutant, she's close enough. She's close enough in that she'd be hunted down with the rest of them if she was from his world.
Maybe it's got to do with how she's looking at him, like he's holding something she's been searching for the entire time. ]
There's a few of us around. Mutants. [ He glances back at her. ] Guessing we're not that different.