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CHARLES XAVIER

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[puppydogeyes]

[It is close to what Emma had said, then. Taylor still stares at the message for a while, not entirely sure what to do with it. At the Academy, there's never been anything with any girl's injury effecting her pathos - no one was left injured long enough. And if that had happened, they would've been considered useless. Failures.

And she's caught on the implications that his control, before, meant he wasn't hearing all the time. He could turn it off.]

You can learn control again.

[It's meant as some kind of assurance. It probably looks like a demand.]

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[forgodssake]

[ Agreement sounds insurmountable, but disagreement feels maudlin, provoking argument, dismissive. He hedges; ]

I can't make promises
/commitments

[ In case he is reading her concern as an order, or vice versa. ]

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[puppydogeyes]

You can't stay like this.
Not here.

[Basic survival being at risk is the implication, Taylor just about stopping herself from actually typing it.]

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[forgodssake]

I don't know
shacking up in one's own room forever has lately proven a good countermeasure for spooky bullshit

[ Apparently, in the future, he swears more. ]

there are people that check in
I'll be fine til a change can be made

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[puppydogeyes]

[There's another delay, mostly because she isn't sure what to say next. She doesn't know him well enough, had been keeping him at further than arm's length; offering help feels stupid, now. And he's got people looking out for him, Emma covering any security part of that, already leaving Taylor some route to get vague updates.

So in the end, all he gets is:]

Alright.