[No sugarcoating anything. No reassurances. This is truly it.
Scott barely reacts when the bot comes back with his plate of food, placing in front of the somber teen as he stares down at his lap. That frustration is still present, but heavily compounded by grief that's not just sullen teen angst. Not... not that he thought that being a mutant would be easy, he just hoped that he'd get better. Having Professor McCoy develop these sunglasses for him was a good first step.
But he thought they were just that, a first step until he learned how to control his powers on his own. As long as he was making some progress, it would be fine. Seeing the world again after that uncertainty of needing to close his eyes for the rest of his life was such a relief, but... it does still suck to see everything in red.]
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Scott barely reacts when the bot comes back with his plate of food, placing in front of the somber teen as he stares down at his lap. That frustration is still present, but heavily compounded by grief that's not just sullen teen angst. Not... not that he thought that being a mutant would be easy, he just hoped that he'd get better. Having Professor McCoy develop these sunglasses for him was a good first step.
But he thought they were just that, a first step until he learned how to control his powers on his own. As long as he was making some progress, it would be fine. Seeing the world again after that uncertainty of needing to close his eyes for the rest of his life was such a relief, but... it does still suck to see everything in red.]
...And you still want to train me.
[He says, quietly.]