[ She takes a deep breath to settle her nerves. That she's blocked from reading the minds of the creatures, from manipulating them or swaying them to her will means a part of her powers have been neutralised -- and Jean is still unsettled by it. She has never been truly comfortable about her gifts all the same, but things are markedly different when they're facing a threat she doesn't know the root of.
He has a tactical mind, Prince Jack, and senses that his kindness is as rare as they come -- not surprising, when he'd been essentially thought that a trait like that is a weakness. ]
Yes. [ And she wonders if he's afraid of that, if he would leave her on her own. A part of her thinks he won't, but one never really does take kindly to someone who knows all your fears, your secrets, your most painful memories. I read thoughts. And I can move things, too.
An understatement, but Jean meets his eyes squarely before she speaks up, low and quiet and honest. ] But I'm not going to hurt you. [ A beat. ] I don't want to hurt anyone.
[ Want and will, she supposes, are two very different things. Just ask En Sabah Nur. ]
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He has a tactical mind, Prince Jack, and senses that his kindness is as rare as they come -- not surprising, when he'd been essentially thought that a trait like that is a weakness. ]
Yes. [ And she wonders if he's afraid of that, if he would leave her on her own. A part of her thinks he won't, but one never really does take kindly to someone who knows all your fears, your secrets, your most painful memories. I read thoughts. And I can move things, too.
An understatement, but Jean meets his eyes squarely before she speaks up, low and quiet and honest. ] But I'm not going to hurt you. [ A beat. ] I don't want to hurt anyone.
[ Want and will, she supposes, are two very different things. Just ask En Sabah Nur. ]