Go back in time, step on a butterfly, destroy the entire world. Sounds about right.
[ Par for the course where she comes from, apparently. Thinking about it too much gives her a headache, which is saying something. Claire also doesn't address that last bit of what he's said instantly, content to let it slide by and underneath the silence that follows her butterfly comment. Their silence is not uncomfortable, which is remarkable in its own right. She just finds herself at a loss as to what she wants to say or how she feels about any of it altogether. All in all, though, she's too tired to argue with herself. ]
It used to scare the hell out of me. I hated it. I definitely didn't think that it was beautiful. [ Admitted like every word has its own brand of agony attached to it, scraping up the back of her throat with every syllable. ] Not even because of what it was just... it still scares me. A lot of the terms and conditions attached to it, what it means for other people. What they want to do with it. You can't bottle time travel or telepathy. You can't live forever off of being able to fly. Here, most people are pretty public about what they can do, but I'm constantly just wondering if it's a good idea to be open about it at all. It's beautiful, but it's hideous, the way you think about it. The way I think about it.
[ Can she even trust people like Charles and Erik, who are so like her in that capacity but who have done shitty things to people like Rogue? She wants to help - people, with the mysteries, with everything - but the idea of at what cost has been so beaten into her since day one that secrecy and paranoia and distrust become hard habits to break. ]
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[ Par for the course where she comes from, apparently. Thinking about it too much gives her a headache, which is saying something. Claire also doesn't address that last bit of what he's said instantly, content to let it slide by and underneath the silence that follows her butterfly comment. Their silence is not uncomfortable, which is remarkable in its own right. She just finds herself at a loss as to what she wants to say or how she feels about any of it altogether. All in all, though, she's too tired to argue with herself. ]
It used to scare the hell out of me. I hated it. I definitely didn't think that it was beautiful. [ Admitted like every word has its own brand of agony attached to it, scraping up the back of her throat with every syllable. ] Not even because of what it was just... it still scares me. A lot of the terms and conditions attached to it, what it means for other people. What they want to do with it. You can't bottle time travel or telepathy. You can't live forever off of being able to fly. Here, most people are pretty public about what they can do, but I'm constantly just wondering if it's a good idea to be open about it at all. It's beautiful, but it's hideous, the way you think about it. The way I think about it.
[ Can she even trust people like Charles and Erik, who are so like her in that capacity but who have done shitty things to people like Rogue? She wants to help - people, with the mysteries, with everything - but the idea of at what cost has been so beaten into her since day one that secrecy and paranoia and distrust become hard habits to break. ]