bakerstreet | thursday pic prompt

[very good, yes!! surprisingly, the news has not been full of morons that have drove themselves into any ditches. it's definitely a learning experience, but i am sure they will do just fine after a few times out!]

That is completely true, though. Every time he's seen Peter move, Kurt can't help but be enthralled. The ability to pretty much freeze time because one is moving so fast? Absolutely brilliant in his opinion. The tail's a bit of both - conscious and not-so-much at times; it can lash wildly when his mood shifts to anger or excitement and when he is calm or doing something relaxing, the appendage will absently twitch. When he wants to willingly move it, he does, like the times he has used it as a weapon.

He felt the grip on his arm, of course, knowing full well that he would have to react quickly if Charles' chair hadn't come with them. Luckily, it had and he was immediately glad that he'd moved when he did. There was a moment where his head spun, forcing him to close his eyes to try and be rid of the dizzy feeling, since it had helped before, but it was his teacher's laughter and his comment that halfway stabilized him.

His eyes fluttered, yet he smiled and chuckled quietly also. As long as he didn't make any sudden movements, he should be fine. "So, you saw them?"

[I hope you had a great thanksgiving! Took my partner to Thanksgiving to see more of my family, and it was very nice. No political talk, just a warm, fun time. Whew!]

"I did! It was- wow." Just a quiet breath out on that last word, giving a little shake of his head. "I didn't feel any immediate change of temperature, but I'm not sure if it was just too quick... however if you go outside in the winter it is a quick enough feeling." His mind was racing and it showed on his brow, pinched and eyes full of wonder.

"Yet we remain in tact. I could think in those moments. I do fully believe now there is some sort of time distortion involved, though I cautiously hesitate in the idea if it's entirely in the mind or a true one. Incredible." Another little laugh left him with him leaning back in his chair.

[thank you very much! it was wonderful and i'm glad that yours was good, too! it's always nice when you don't have to worry about politics. lmao i didn't get down to see my family, but i'll be shooting for christmas. our "three roomies giving" was awesome and we'll be doing a "friendsgiving" on saturday. XD currently, i'm enjoying leftover snacks and wine. \o/]

Charles' response made him relax, the weight on his chest from earlier lifting with the fact that someone else had seen the lights he'd spoken of before. Time and time again, he'd done his best to explain them, only to be given looks of confusion or outright disbelief. Then, when he would offer to show people, he was usually greeted with hesitance and that made him drop the subject in an instant. His teacher's astonishment filled him to the brim with pride, though. "I never thought about the shift in temperature ... Winters were always my least favorite time of the year, but I'm hoping that will change and I'll come to understand the beauty that everyone else finds in the season."

With the utmost care, Kurt straightened from his bent position, inhaling slowly and sighing in the same manner. He didn't feel too dizzy at the moment, but he still made sure to not move too quickly. "It's something that we could study further - at a later date, when we have more time."

[Awww, I'm glad you're doing a friendsgiving! We did that a few years back and it was a blast so I hope you had a ton of fun with it today!! P.S. - Red or white wine drinker? *JUDGING* XD

Also I had an adorable thought of Kurt being gently woken up from a nightmare by a tired Xavier... felt him having one and decided to break him from it.]

Kurt better not think Charles missed that motion, causing him to frown. They weren't that far from the house, only to the end of the drive, but he was concerned. "...would you prefer to walk back or teleport back?" Charles asked quietly, his eyes full of concern. "You could teleport from a shorter distance when we're closer to the mansion." Given that Kurt was in his full gear, he couldn't just walk through the school without attracting attention.

"I definitely think this has been enough for today. I'll speak to Raven about excusing you from your lesson today." And he wouldn't take no for an answer, not when it was his testing that had tired Kurt out.

[AHHH, IT WAS SO MUCH FUN! i ate tons of food, had great company, saw a lot of friends, and consumed more alcohol. lmao definitely needed it after some crap i went through with an irl friend yesterday/this morning. UHM both?? XD i'm more of a sweet wine drinker, though?

... -GRIPS CHEST- god, that's friggin' cute. i didn't need my heart or anything. chaaarles ;A;]

It may have been noticed, though Kurt was not going to make a big deal of it. He was tired, a bit lightheaded, but Charles' enthusiasm about the lights had given him some renewed vitality. The perturbed expression on his teacher's face made him hesitate, brow furrowing with his own unsettled look. Better to not press his luck and end up going too far. "Let's walk. That will give me time to recuperate enough to get us back to the Danger Room."

He smiled, pushing through the small amount of disappointment he felt at not being able to practice with Raven, but he didn't have it in him to fuss; he'd been able to train successfully with Charles and that more than made up for him having to miss one session with the fellow blue mutant. "Thank you, Professor. I'm sure my body will be grateful for the break."

[That sounds like it was AWESOME! Glad you enjoyed it! ...I'll forgive sweet white wines. *grin* And is that approval then? It was either that or Hank could do it if that's more your interest.]

"Raven and I would both be less than pleased if you suddenly passed out in the middle of everything. Raven would be worried, as would I, but my sister would also take it out on me." He laughed, clearly meaning it as a joke, but he also knew that it was somewhat serious as well. She would have laid into him for exhausting one of her pupils and not telling her. Not that he would blame her...

So he started off towards the mansion, chair gliding well over the paved driveway. As they moved, he did keep a careful eye on Kurt, just in case. It would be less than easy to manhandle him up if the young man passed out on him.

"I believe that last teleport answered my question about connection, but I would like to do one more test in the future. If I connected to your mind, would I be able to follow you to another location or would it cut off completely? Considering that now we have confirmation consciousness remains the entire time, it's a possibility either way." Sometimes the scientist would never leave, even if he did less in the terms of research than he did when he was younger.

[so, SO awesome!! i was obviously a bit drained, considering i passed out at about five this morning and woke up at four. XD but the fact i got to socialize and see people was totally worth the tiredness. -cheers- i'm a wine-o at heart, haha! oh, total approval! i do wanna play with hank, but the idea of charles coming in to wake him just yanks my heartstrings really hard!!]

"Ach, that would not be fair! If I was feeling drained, I would say something, so there would be no reason for her to blame you." He knew Charles was only joking, yet it would truly have been his own fault if he'd pushed himself to exhaustion; Kurt knew his limits and as much as he wanted to push them, he knew when to stop before it could become dangerous.

Normally, Kurt might have been bounding up the driveway, having to stop every few minutes to make sure that he didn't get too overzealous and rush ahead, but the multiple teleports had taken their toll on his energy. He kept his pace steady at Charles' side, one hand lifting to scrub over his face then settling at his cheek as he turned to look at the other mutant with a half-smile.

"Wouldn't it be fascinating if the connection stayed that way? I could go miles away and yet you would still be one with my mind. It could be like a human locator of some sort. The next time we plan to test more theories, that is definitely one we should try."

[Well yesterday was insanity... a 1/5 of my company got laid off. I didn't but man... the tension in the office even today is thick. I'm glad everything went super well for you though! Good to hear someone having some fun. My partner and I have a liquor cabinet that is 75% wine and mead and there's two boxes of wine from our local winery down in the basement. XD Soooo maybe there's a thing in there somewhere about being wine-os! We totes should do the dream thing, then. :3]

"Raven will always find a way to give me a what-for if she can." That smile still stayed on his lips, amusement still in his voice. He loved his sister, more deeply than so many might guess given the problems that had been between them, and didn't even mind when she got on his case. ...Too much. Sometimes they still had their issues.

"That is what I am hoping," Charles said with a pleased nod that Kurt had caught on so quickly. "It would mean possibly more immediate looks into situations that otherwise might be dangerous to do so and something that may be even of more use, the ability to give you a proper look into a place that otherwise you might not be able to safely teleport into. If I can pick up from another person what the area looks like, it could be given to you and let you teleport in. A few things have crossed my mind in such possible uses and I imagine we'll come up with more as time goes on."

Being able to go at the pace of his chair and not be concerned about being left behind was... welcomed. Sometimes keeping up with the children could be a challenge. The chair was very well made, thanks to Hank, but he was still working on being able to go much higher speeds safely. In a decade, Charles would be amazed at the fact wheelchairs would only just be getting to this point to the common masses.

[o-oh dear!! well, it's good that you didn't get laid off, but ... i can only imagine the uncomfortable air of that D: ffffff thank yooou! i'm looking forward to whatever we do for christmas/going down to see my family for the holiday. oh, very nice! normally, we don't keep alcohol in the house because my roomie and i are diabetic, but ... it was the holiday and we didn't drink excessively, so it was okay. XD huzzah for fellow wine-os! i agree, yaaahs. \o/]

"Siblings," he laughed, shaking his head and bringing one hand to the back of his head, "Ah, well. C'est la vie." An old memory flickered through his thoughts before it could be stopped and Kurt let his eyes slip shut, brow furrowing as he drew the hand around to rub the bridge of his nose.

He faintly nodded in return and although Charles was right next to him, it was like his voice was far away, barely registering to him, even though his acute sense of hearing had picked up on things much further away. The problem was that he'd effectively been distracted by something from the past, so when he tuned back in, it was somewhere in the middle of what Charles had been saying. "... ja, that would be incredibly useful. Being able to see a location from someone else then relaying it to me so that I could get to the area with no troubles. There are ... plenty of ideas that we could come up with, I'm sure."

Silently, Kurt scolded himself for losing track of his thoughts, lowering his arm to rest his fingers on the scar at his throat. He bowed his head in humiliation, peering from the corner of his eye at the telepath, hoping that he hadn't made too much of a fool out of himself when his attention had been derailed by the past.

[Hey the holidays are a good time to party just a little more than normal :3 I can't wait for Christmas... I love going home to the family and the farm and just spending a few days enjoying myself and playing with all the bunnies. We'll have baby bunnies by that point! (My mom breeds show rabbits, btw.)]

Hearing the French saying roll off Kurt's German tongue was actually quite amusing, leaving Charles with a smile hanging on his lips. However, he glanced to Kurt and for a moment thought that it seemed like the young man was a million miles away. Thus he slowed his pace just slightly, worried that it had to do with Kurt's exhaustion, but it became clear it was something else. He didn't stop speaking, though now part of his attention was more focused on Kurt than on his words. That small gesture to the throat... he hadn't dared to ask about the scarification, thinking it had been done at the hands of someone in Kurt's past and would bring up terrible memories no child should live through.

His hand reached out, gently touching the arm closest to him. The smallest physical touch to ground Kurt, offer that moment of knowledge someone was there who cared. "Kurt..." Charles started, the subject such a tender one but one that might be better to allow to come out while they weren't immediately around others. "I something troubling you?" Start out there, if there was something bothering Kurt then he wanted to work through that issue without his own prying questions possibly making things worse.

[that is exactly how i see it! XD haven't heard anything from my sister or dad lately about christmas plans, so for now, i'm guessing i'll be staying home. o: fdsjklgjlkfdsa BAB BUNBUNS so cute, oh goodness. (i bet they are some good looking rabbits!) oh, some of kurt's scarification stuff is headcanon'd, if that's okay? it's not really explained, so ... -SHRUG- also, the song that was playing while i was typing this seemed oddly appropriate for the upcoming dream idea ...]

In all honesty, he had been something amount of miles away, although it hadn't been the best of memories, there were a few lingering, happy thoughts in between - no matter how fleeting they may have seemed. The far less pleasant memory had left an odd, burning sensation in his chest and a bitter taste of bile rising in his throat. Why did this sort of thing have to come at the most inconvenient time? He wouldn't blame Charles for mentioning Raven, but when he remembered his family, it led to other things and, well ...

The touch on his arm did help draw him back into reality, iridescent eyes flickering with their usual spark. He drew his head back up and turned to face his teacher, mouth dry, regardless of his attempts to work past it, "Professor, I ..." he trailed off, the rest of the words dying in his throat, the hand at his neck lowering to gingerly grip Charles'. "... it's nothing." Which was an outright lie, but he didn't want to cause more distress.

[Go for it on the headcanon! We don't know the truth and until then, we might as well headcanon. ^_^ Also, have some very cute baby bunnies from home.]

The look that Charles gave Kurt suggested he didn't believe the young man for a moment. It had nothing to do with his abilities and everything to do with the fact that Kurt was giving it all away in the look in his face, the movements of his body. Usually he would have backed off here but it was the touch to his hand in return that prompted him to say more. "...it's not nothing," he said quietly, not quite asking the question but giving Kurt every chance to speak up instead.

Sometimes all a child needed was a chance to get it off their chest, to speak about something bothering them, to try and ease some of the confusion or hurt they felt from it. Sometimes a child needed much more of a push because the confusion or hurt was like a sluggishly bleeding wound. Charles hoped Kurt was in the former category, but the young man's life had been rough from everything Raven and Kurt himself had told him. No one should have had to live like that.

[awesome!! sometimes, i really like headcanons. XD fdsjklgjflk;dsjlk;fds BB BUNNIES /WEEPS i want the black and albino ones!! or all of them. that would be fine, too.]

Kurt didn't need to be looking at Charles to know that his excuse was practically transparent; his eyes were always so expressive, no matter how much he would try to hide the actual emotions he'd be feeling. Most of the time, he never had to worry about trying to mask his true feelings, but this was one of those moments where he preferred to not cause more concern than necessary. The telepath's words made his heart sink into his stomach, the truthfulness of them ringing loud and clear in his ears. "... you're right," he whispered tentatively.

He wanted Charles and everyone else that he befriended to know that he trusted them and if he couldn't talk about his problems with someone as kind as his teacher, then what would be the point? With a quick huff, he averted his gaze to the ground beneath his feet and let his hand fall back to his side. "I was thinking about my family, which ... doesn't always come with the best of memories."

[I have only one of my own but King is a very big bunny so he's more than enough for me along with my two boy-kitties. Mom's got about... twenty? bunbuns. Including an angora that she makes yarn from! She does felting.]

Some people wore their heart on their sleeves. Hank was one of them; to someone who had known Hank as long as Charles, Hank was a transparent mask that showed every little emotion behind his heart. Raven could see him just as clearly, but then again, Hank could be one of the most caring, gentle men he had ever known. That open heart usually meant a good one that would hold secrets in the depths and never let them go, that offered love and caring freely, but it also meant they could be hurt all too easily.

Kurt was most definitely that kind of person.

There was that brief moment of pride at being able to read Kurt right to get the young man to open up a little more, but that feeling of ego was quickly pushed aside. Not now, damn it. "...what about your family, this time?" he probed gently, his voice soft, just barely heard over the birds, the faint wind, and the crunch of his wheels against the asphalt.

[big, BIG bunny, but he's so handsome! yeah, our three cats are plenty for me. ffffff holy bunnies. o_o does she like ... shave the rabbit and use the fur? /confused]

From the sounds of it, he and Hank have a lot more in common than just being blue. Perhaps, when he found enough courage to do so, he could ask Hank about being a fellow heart-sleeve wearing mutant, too.

Charles' question momentarily broke the silence, though once it settled back in, it was almost deafening. Slowly, but surely, the sound of the wheelchair, the rustling of the wind and the faint calls of birds and something else - something that vaguely sounding like buzzing and he wasn't sure if it was from their surroundings or if it was just in his head.

He brushed it aside for now, attempting to focus on the older man's question, "Their reactions when they first found out about my markings." And there it was, finally laid out for Charles to ask any sort of questions about them that he so wished, no matter how personal they could get. It was never easy to think about, but maybe, if he could talk about them, the weight on his chest would lessen.

[Big, big bunny was being super, duper cute last night. My partner and I were sitting there trading Pokemon (I got Moon, she got Sun) and he hopped on over, put his chin on my shoe, and kept nudging my toes until I would reach down and pet him. Just tooooo cute! And oh god no you don't shave them! You brush them and use the hair that comes out from the brush. They shed like crazy! You ruin their fur for months if you shave them.]

It was, no matter how open the invitation could seem, an incredibly delicate subject. Such raised flesh carved in such elegant patterns had to have quite the story behind them and Charles got the distinct feeling that they were not done by the hand of someone completely above pain. So his words were chosen with care, his pace slowing to give them more time to speak.

"...where did they come from?" Charles finally asked, not wanting to put words into Kurt's mouth. Perhaps, by some good grace, he was wrong and they were something natural, however unnatural that might be, but he didn't want to suggest either how he might feel about them. This was something that needed, above all else from him, to not be judged.

[o-oh, god. D: bunbun wants love and affection. fdskl;jgl;fds my roomie's cat (pancakes) has been all over me the past week, just demanding i hold him and let him snuggle my leg. ACH okay XD i wasn't sure. (I HAVEN'T SHAVED ANY RABBITS, I SWEAR) see, i didn't know that! i mean, it should have been obvious, considering how fluffy they are ...]

There were plenty of times that he wished he could claim that they were natural, mostly so he wouldn't be judged harshly after admitting that he'd made the intricate designs in his own skin. That was what made him briefly hesitate at Charles' question; the fear of disgust from his teacher. He didn't want anyone to think lesser of him because of his past or possible future, considering he'd thought multiple times about taking a blade to his skin for what had happened to Warren - repentance for letting the winged warrior die in battle.

Although Kurt was petrified at what Charles would say, he did his best to not start violently trembling, inhaling sharply and responding, "I did them myself." The breath he'd taken in released in a shaking huff, the only thing more deafening than the earlier silence currently being his pulse throbbing in his ears.

[Even my bunbun gives lots of fur when you brush him that could be used for spinning yarn (Flemish Giants were fur rabbits). Angoras are just ridiculous. They are like a 5 lbs rabbit with 10 lbs of fur. It's so long you can't even see their face properly and you have to brush it constantly to make sure it doesn't turn into a giant mat that needs to be shaved. >.> Not that we have experience in that, nope.]

Hell, so his first guess was accurate. Charles knew he had to think very quickly and say the right thing in this situation or his chance to help Kurt was not only gone but he could lock the younger man away from him. So he sped up his chair enough to partially get in front of Kurt, looking up to him. How he wished he could have taken Kurt by the shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes in that moment, but this would have to do. "Look at me," he said in a soft but firm voice.

"...I'm proud you told me," he started off, that same tone of voice, not looking away from Kurt's face regardless if Kurt decided to actually meet his eyes or not. "I'm not going to judge you based on your actions, only hope that I can help keep it from being any necessary in the future. You had your reasons, and from everything I've heard and seen, I don't blame you. We all... we all bear scars from our pasts, some on the outside, some on the inside."

His gaze dropped away, looking down to his own arm. They were something he had kept hidden from the children and parents, always making sure his shirts were long enough to hide the marks even when the cuffs were neatly rolled back as they were now. It wasn't much effort to pull back on the sleeve, shifting his shoulder and elbow up enough to let the cotton slide, knowing the odd motion would draw Kurt's eyes to it. The myriad of white marks, tucked neatly in and around the soft skin in the crook of the elbow. So many failed attempts to hit a vein when he was in the depths of his guilt and pity depression.

[i've seen flemish giants before and i googled an angora yesterday and was like, "I'VE SEEN THESE BEFORE" so much fluff. some of them even look extra, EXTRA fluffed for like, show purposes? like this one!! XD totally not. that never happens, right?]

Just as he'd predicted, the rising fear began to blossom into almost full-blown panic and had Charles not sped up, moved in front of him to stop his walking, Kurt might have made a mad dash for the door to get away. Instead, he halted entirely, only now noticing that he had brought the same hand back up to grip his throat, the tips of his claws threatening the tender skin. He hesitantly met the telepath's gaze and the hand dropped back to his side, along with his mouth falling open in complete, utter shock.

He was ... proud that he'd been able to come out with it? The urge to look away was almost overpowering, yet he kept his wide eyes locked on Charles, brow creased with perplexity. For once in his life, the blue boy didn't know what to say in response; he was so used to being pitied or berated for doing something that people claimed to be 'idiotic' that he wasn't sure how to approach someone actually telling him that they understood where he was coming from.

It was Charles who finally broke eye contact, though. He averted his attention to the older mutant's arm at the peculiar motion, squinting briefly before his eyes dilated once more at the sight of the multiple scars in the crease of Charles' elbow. "P-Professor," he stammered, cupping one hand over his mouth and reaching the other one to gingerly run the fingertip of his index digit across some of the markings. Hopefully, he hadn't taken too many liberties with such a delicate motion. "What ... what are they?"

[*GIGGLES* That's only for show. They are more like this unless you shave/cut back their face fur. Wizard (who is our handsome one-earred angora) is always a giant fluffball. ]

No one had ever touched the scars like that. Hank had occassionally touched there, usually in giving him another injection, but nothing quite like that. It brought a shiver out of Charles that he could repress; the touch was almost intimate even though he knew it wasn't meant to be. His hand came up, thumb rubbing over the same place Kurt had touched to erase that tingling feeling left behind.

"...needle marks," he said very quietly, admitting aloud something that only Hank would know. The sleeve was tugged back into place and Charles flexed his elbow once before he looked back up to Kurt. "Sometimes, we leave scars on the outside to bear the ones inside." His were not intentional on the same level of Kurt's, but he had done the deed in the depths of his pain.

"Some... will never understand and in reality, they can't."

[-snort- so much floof, either way! is he white? because that's an absolutely perfect name if he is.]

Noting the shiver that his touch had caused, Kurt withdrew the hand and curled it against his chest. "Sorry," he whispered, glancing up to Charles' face then back down at his arm, lower lip tucking between his teeth as he watched him rub over the spot that he'd caressed.

The first thought that came to mind was to ask Charles what he was using needles for, but he held that back, unsure what sort of reaction the question would cause; he didn't want to make the situation anymore uncomfortable than it might have already become. "I must admit, it's odd to have another person that understands." Even if their scars had been created for two different reasons.

"You are absolutely right." He flattened the hand on his chest over his heart, absentmindedly running it down to rest at his ribs, "I haven't ... created any new ones in a long time. I felt the urge to do so after the battle with En Sabah Nur, but I've ... resisted, for now."

[He is indeed white. :3]

Even the mention of that name brought to mind feelings that couldn't be described even with years to try and explain it, the deep down fight to save his own existence from being wiped out of his own body like he was a smear to be cleaned from the glass, feeling his mental self breaking apart bone by bone, molecule by molecule, and in the end, not knowing sometimes if he'd lost parts of himself that he couldn't even remember were gone. Too many of his nightmares rested on the fact he feared that some of that man was still inside of him, or some of himself was gone forever.

"You're not alone." Those three words revealed so much all at once, even as it offered companionship in the terrible knowledge of what they both resisted. Charles had wanted, in fits and passings, to rip the power from his head and never use it again, never wanted to suffer that pain again or be someone's pawn. The feeling had passed, but he knew the possibility was never far away, not while Hank hid his true form.

"But I'll admit, for both of us, that I'm grateful we haven't added to our... collections." Charles looked up with that, his expression full of understanding.

[yes, perfect!]

He stood there in the soundlessness between them, unaware of the turmoil his teacher was currently going through with the memories of simply mentioning the name. Whenever he thought about it, all he could tell himself was that he should have been quicker, could have searched harder ... Should have avoided fighting with Archangel. A stab of guilt pierced his chest at the last thought, the hand at his side twitching then gripping at the leather of his suit. What a fantastic mutant, wings destroyed first by Kurt's determination to live and then his life lost when he'd been unable to escape the plane that he'd teleported all of them from. Dead, all because of En Sabah Nur's influence over him.

Again, he was drawn back to the moment at hand, but it didn't stop his heart from dropping into his stomach at Charles' words. "As selfish as it might sound, I wish that I was," he paused to release a harsh breath, head shaking, "No one should suffer with the pain." And yet, so many had or still did. If it were possible, he'd aid in ways to help them be rid of it and part of him wished there was some sort of second mutation he possessed to do so.

He met Charles' eyes again and some of the apprehension within him settled, a soft smile tugging his lips up. "As am I, Professor."

"But we do," Charles said softly, catching the small motions of Kurt's hands but for now, keeping his to himself. "It comes with life, but you're right. No one should suffer, but that's what we fight for. To keep as few as possible from suffering. I'm not the optimist who believes it's possible to have a bright, shining, perfect world, but we do as much as we can. That's why you're wearing this." He reached and tapped the leather of the uniform.

Which was why he brought the X-Men to existence again at all, because they could do something. Because they were needed. It still hurt, he believed their deaths always would, but he had pushed it to keep going. Now? Now.. parts of him wanted to break down but there was too much, there were people, relying on him unlike the last time when there was nothing left.

In the entirety of his life, Kurt had always done his best to not cry often, but listening to Charles speak, imagining all of the good that the X-Men could do to protect people - mutants and humans alike - it brought on the all too familiar stinging sensation and he drew the hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. What a moment to get sentimental!

He laughed, despite the tears forming in the corners of his eyes, threatening to start running down his cheeks at any minute. "I'm an optimistic pacifist," he forced through his shuddering breath, "I always hope for the best and want to see the decency in people, even if they have proved otherwise. There are some people that show their intentions right away, like the Ringleader at the circus and the Announcer at the cage fights ... They are exceptions to this."

Both of his hands lifted this time, palms pressing against his cheeks, fingers rubbing at his eyes to rid himself of the tears. "Are you sure I am a right choice for this team, Professor? I do not meant to question your judgement and I will always strive to do my best as long as I am here, but ... are optimism and pacifism something that we need?"

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