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SIXTY TWO ✖ VIDEO
[He's almost not sure if he wants to put himself out there considering the last time this happened, he was pretty much miserable afterwards, but as much as that's true, he's in a much better place this time around, and he does really miss quite a few people from back home.
And you know, always good to make sure Hank and Darwin haven't let Sean destroy the house by accident in their absence.]
This is Dr. Charles Xavier. If there's anyone out there from home- [You know who you are.] I'd appreciate hearing from you.
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[Someone's been keeping an eye on Kelsier's post, and he's definitely noticed that things seem to be getting sort of out of control. He's concerned, and decides to shoot Zane a message.]
Where are you?
And you know, always good to make sure Hank and Darwin haven't let Sean destroy the house by accident in their absence.]
This is Dr. Charles Xavier. If there's anyone out there from home- [You know who you are.] I'd appreciate hearing from you.
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[Someone's been keeping an eye on Kelsier's post, and he's definitely noticed that things seem to be getting sort of out of control. He's concerned, and decides to shoot Zane a message.]
Where are you?
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He throws himself into the telepathic influence like a vortex, a hurricane dashing itself against a rock. ]
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Maybe it's just instinct at this point, but he's also projecting that Zane's not alone, that he's here and he isn't going anywhere, that it's okay if he needs to lean on him for the time being.]
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His grip on Charles slackens, and he breathes. He sits back on his heels, kneeling. He wipes liquid from around his eyes and stares at the wet streaks on his hands in disgust. ]
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This isn't permanent. I can help you manage it for a while, but I can't just take it away for good.
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I'll handle it from here.
[ He can control himself. He can. He did with the voice, for so many years. ]
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Alright.
Do you want to talk about it? [Because he definitely does, but he's hesitant to push him into it if he really doesn't want to.]
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[ He fears that speaking anything aloud will give it more power. It will rear up and stop this smooth calm that he's feeling and break him this time.
Does it matter what started an avalanche, when it's time to try and survive it? ]
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[Really, he could probably keep it up for much, much longer than that, but he does want Zane to actually deal with the problem on his own at some point.]
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What first, then?
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Start.
I've never felt anything like that.
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I thought this was about feeling better too. Trying to be happy.
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[ He's crafted schemes that take months, years to play out fully. He's capable of subtlety, and capable of planning for long periods of time, and he knows he doesn't easily change. ]
Today still wasn't a good day.
I don't know how to feel about my father.
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What's bothering you about it, specifically?
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A man who, by all counts, deserved to die. Invited his own death. And I feel... lacking, without him.
Why?
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That, and also Zane's experience is just so fundamentally different from his, he's not sure his experience is necessarily going to be useful.
So he leads with a question, curious and gentle, clearly not accusatory.]
Why did you love him?
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[ And he was all Zane had.
He can hear that there are a lot of things Charles isn't saying. He's insightful. He can't turn that part of him off.
If he were going to prey on his warden, fathers might be where he starts. He looks up to Charles' face, and thinks, for a telepath? No. Friends. He'd start with friends.
He would, in fact, have done exactly what he did. Become vulnerable. Let the other into his mind, but only the parts he chose. He would have controlled his own thoughts, and made it look like he was someone that could be saved. Joke's on him, because it turns out that he can be saved. He can feel it happening, a little bit every day.
Zane covers his eyes with his palms and cries silent, empty tears. ]
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