[oh, that's super cool! ffffff i haven't ... played any of the final fantasy games since ... twelve, i think? that one had me confused most of the time. XD]
From his peripheral, Kurt watched as Charles rubbed at his arm, bit down on the inside of his cheek again and huffed from his nose. He couldn't bear to think about someone else feeling what he'd done all these years; the first sting of a cut, the adrenaline rush from the exsanguination, the weeks of recovery afterward. No, he didn't want Charles to have to feel that.
Forcing the overwhelming emotions down, he cleared his throat and adjusted his hands again, allowing them to clasp over the front of his stomach. "I was young and impressionable while trying to find where I fit in this life." Something he was continuously struggling with, apparently. He scrunched his nose in thought, twiddling his thumbs to occupy his hands so they wouldn't twitch. "Maybe you're right."
Charles' question brought about another long silence, his head dipping forward and his eyes shutting. In his time before the cage fights, he might have thought that most people would always look at him with pity or hate, but here at Xavier's, he had friends - people who cared about his well-being and vice-versa. "... I think they could. Many of the other mutants I've met here have all treated me with respect. It's ... something I've been attempting to adapt to since I was rescued."
Re: Kurt and Charles
From his peripheral, Kurt watched as Charles rubbed at his arm, bit down on the inside of his cheek again and huffed from his nose. He couldn't bear to think about someone else feeling what he'd done all these years; the first sting of a cut, the adrenaline rush from the exsanguination, the weeks of recovery afterward. No, he didn't want Charles to have to feel that.
Forcing the overwhelming emotions down, he cleared his throat and adjusted his hands again, allowing them to clasp over the front of his stomach. "I was young and impressionable while trying to find where I fit in this life." Something he was continuously struggling with, apparently. He scrunched his nose in thought, twiddling his thumbs to occupy his hands so they wouldn't twitch. "Maybe you're right."
Charles' question brought about another long silence, his head dipping forward and his eyes shutting. In his time before the cage fights, he might have thought that most people would always look at him with pity or hate, but here at Xavier's, he had friends - people who cared about his well-being and vice-versa. "... I think they could. Many of the other mutants I've met here have all treated me with respect. It's ... something I've been attempting to adapt to since I was rescued."