Charles' laughter only got worse as Aurus explained some of the context around the conversation, his eyes closing, the fine laughter-lines around them. "Well, that's certainly one way," he managed, struggling to get it under his control as Aurus spoke. Really, were humans any different? War tended to bring around creativity in humans on a scale that was disturbing but almost necessary at times, though Charles believed they would learn a new way if they only tried... but even he couldn't lie and say he hadn't benefited from it when it came to the X-Men, in a sense.

The loss always seemed so much worse than the benefit.

Charles ended up biting the inside of his cheek to stop his laughter as it was clear Aurus was telling him something quite personal, but by the end of it his brows shot up. There were places like that on Earth, but it was vague enough that it could be here as well, couldn't it? He pondered it briefly, then spread his hand. "It makes sense, to me. This Dream of yours." It wasn't hard to miss that importance of it. "Look at you now. A traveler, seeing all of that. Why wouldn't your Dream be of so many different places around the world? A drive to see it all, before you were even born into the world to do so."