Outside the place looks almost peaceful. Charles spends his time alone examining the little patch of grass, the tree, the swaying and untamed flowers that curl against his boots. He thinks for a moment that he should be able to tell how long the people have been gone by the shape and size of green but he's never had to survive out in the wild and those are skills he's been devoid of.
Maybe he wouldn't be able to tell even then, there's nothing in the place he can pick up on, empty of everything expect from the tightly locked cage that is Erik Lehnsherr and his mind. Charles is able to track him from room to room by following the space absent of sound, arms crossed against his chest as he leans against oak. He doesn't like leaving him in there to deal with that alone but there had been a moment where Charles had seen ghosts imprinted on his skin and had known. Weakness - wrongly perceived or not - would have only made Erik angrier, so Charles had done what he thought was best and left. At least for a learned man he knows that somethings are taught through experience and blindly hurtling through that is more damaging than this.
Still it makes him feel almost hollow, no plan, no sign of his sister or the other children in their charge. He should be thankful that Darwin is here, happy that people have given them some of the information they need. But despite all this place has in terms of capturing his attention - the telepath first and foremost - Charles can't help feeling like an anchorless thing. Was it Shaw? Was it Azazel? Or is it true that they've been bought here by something he can't sense?
His thoughts stop like a break, his head lifting even as he senses Erik's approach. He has to swallow something down at the carefully hidden away look upon his friend's face, pushes forward on his feet and tries not to think how wrong it is that the sun is shining dappled through the leaves.
"All done?"
It's all he can think to ask, couldn't even bring himself to inquire if Erik was okay because obviously that's not the case.
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Maybe he wouldn't be able to tell even then, there's nothing in the place he can pick up on, empty of everything expect from the tightly locked cage that is Erik Lehnsherr and his mind. Charles is able to track him from room to room by following the space absent of sound, arms crossed against his chest as he leans against oak. He doesn't like leaving him in there to deal with that alone but there had been a moment where Charles had seen ghosts imprinted on his skin and had known. Weakness - wrongly perceived or not - would have only made Erik angrier, so Charles had done what he thought was best and left. At least for a learned man he knows that somethings are taught through experience and blindly hurtling through that is more damaging than this.
Still it makes him feel almost hollow, no plan, no sign of his sister or the other children in their charge. He should be thankful that Darwin is here, happy that people have given them some of the information they need. But despite all this place has in terms of capturing his attention - the telepath first and foremost - Charles can't help feeling like an anchorless thing. Was it Shaw? Was it Azazel? Or is it true that they've been bought here by something he can't sense?
His thoughts stop like a break, his head lifting even as he senses Erik's approach. He has to swallow something down at the carefully hidden away look upon his friend's face, pushes forward on his feet and tries not to think how wrong it is that the sun is shining dappled through the leaves.
"All done?"
It's all he can think to ask, couldn't even bring himself to inquire if Erik was okay because obviously that's not the case.