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As the wrongfully young looking mutant approached, the opening topic at hand brought something of a smile to sternly lined lips. “I see I’m held in the same high regard as the last time we spoke.” X couldn’t help but chuckle a little in a light hearted manner. He meant nothing by it, all too aware that his return, while half expected in the long run – - was rather different than many might have come to expect. The Professor included.

He was, however, grateful that she had been true to her word, keeping an eye on the man he’d become, on the strange and new characteristics that gripped every beat of an unfamiliar heart. He was nothing more than a poor copy of the late Charles Xavier, scattered pieces strung together to create the young eyed telepath with a new sense of determination in his mulish step. “I had to be sure that what remained of the Shadow King’s presence was indeed gone.” He admitted idly, bringing up a hand to tap at the side of his head. “By this point, my friend – - I trust your judgement more than I do my own.”

It was then that a real sense of seriousness seemed to wash over X’s pallid complexion, gripping the few familiar lines and curves of an old expression. “I have come to learn a great deal about what has gone on in my absence.” He admitted, letting stern brows begin to furrow tightly in the middle. “I – - have my concerns.“

her expression softened for a fleeting moment -- blink and you’d miss it -- before the more stoic mask settled into place upon her features.  while he might be able to navigate beyond the mental blockades in her mind, it was best to keep a game face when confronted with someone or something that was ( relatively ) unknown.  

“ he has a way of worming his way into the forgotten crevices and festering, doesn’t he?  I do not relish any of the time he has spent within the confines of my psyche, I can only begin to imagine the putrid slime he has left there for you to clean up, “ not to mention whatever mess jean-philippe’s mind might have been when he gave himself up.  there was a temptation to snoop; to look for traces of the shadow king or to see how X had set up his own residency within the borrowed mind.  that would be rude and far too intrusive.