PROFESSOR X.

"Good to know some things never change. Mutants are still going to be hated no matter the universe."

"Raven," Charles started, feeling his breath catch in his throat as he stared at the variant that stood before him. There was a certain curiosity that came with speaking to another Raven, one who was apparently there for the rise and fall of a mutant utopia. Selfishly, Charles wondered what her relationship was like with the Charles of her universe. But he was getting ahead of himself. "I'm afraid that doesn't surprise me. It's hard to imagine a reality where humans don't fear what they don't know."

"Considering the fact that some people were running around recklessly creating incursions, none of this should be a huge surprise. Unfortunate, yes, but not entirely out of left field."

"Yes, you've mentioned these incursions. I for one would love to hear more about how they came about."

"You can ask as many questions as you'd like, but I can't promise answers. I can, however, offer tea. Let's start small."

"Tea sounds lovely." Charles agreed, smiling faintly as he absentmindedly massaged his temple. After a long session of using Cerebro to try and determine just how many mutants had been displaced into their reality, he was settling into a headache.

"Actually, I wouldn't recommend getting any closer. Goose is..." Carol glanced towards the Flerken. "Not actually a cat. There's enough going on without bringing tentacles into the mix."

"I didn't come here to meet with the cat, so I think I'm in the clear." Charles quipped back with a small smile as he reached up towards Carol with his hand extended for a shake. "Professor Charles Xavier. I don't believe we've officially introduced ourselves yet."

"I'm gettin' too old for this. There's always something, isn't there? Yeah, yeah. It comes with the job. Doesn't mean I'm not tired."

"It's alright to be tired. I think having your entire reality upended gives you the right."

"I feel like everyone's talking about you know what, but I'm really pulling a blank here."

"I'd be happy to talk about something else, if you'd like. I think we all could use a break."

"Nothing like the multiverse to make you feel redundant. Two sets of Avengers, three thunderbolts teams... it's a powder keg destined to blow."

"The mutants don't feel redundant. It's more... disheartening, to hear of the hardships your reality's mutants have faced."

"—I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Reed was easily distracted from conversation on good days, but with so much going on he was finding it more difficult than usual to stay present when being spoken to. He had no idea if he had just been asked a question, yelled at, made fun of, or maybe even all of the above.

"I know that we haven't been the best at communicating as of late." Charles didn't feel the need to apologize for that, necessarily, considering the strife the general public was currently giving the mutants for simply existing. But it felt important to at least acknowledge their shortcomings for now as they worked forwards towards a solution to this current problem. "But I'd like to open those lines of communication up, if you'd let me. I think we can all benefit from it as we work through all of this together."

"We should all be far more concerned that proven methods of multiversal travel are not working right now. I haven't been able to open up a portal since I arrived— that's never happened before."

"I don't think people aren't concerned, in fact from what I've seen I think that's the general sentiment going around at the moment."

Michiel Huisman as Sgt. Eric 'Prince' Haas ECHO 3 (2022– ) S01E06: Habeas Thumpus

“My father is dead and he’s not coming back. If there’s ever a time to not give me shit, it’s right now.”

There was a genuine pain in Charles eyes as he stared down at the liquor on the table and at Lorna’s expression. Max was dead, and no amount of Sinister DNA in his system would make that any less painful, even if he knew it was necessary. Even if he’d technically orchestrated the death in the first place. Max was too dangerous to keep alive, and it was his friend’s choice to get rid of his back-up. That being said, Charles hadn’t told anyone that he’d secretly queued another one for his dear friend shortly before the meeting at the Mansion. Not even Emma knew that. “He wouldn’t want you to drink yourself into oblivion, Lorna.”

"alright, ENOUGH – i got it, okay?"

"You need to calm yourself down, Alex." A gentle telepathic push was sent in the other man's direction as Charles raised his brows. "Everyone is upset about what happened, I understand that. But yelling at me isn't going to change any of it."

"listen, everybody's sorta dealing with their own shit right now. so unless this is super important –"

"You don't have a few minutes to spare for a weary old former professor?" Charles joked softly, a hint of a smile on his face as he eyed Josh.