(Listen, he is a bitch to her, she is one right back, this is how this works. The bot arrives, and her order is just the expected, pancakes with inhuman levels of bacon.
Back to topic, of course, that's why she's here. What is interesting is that he asks her about Cyclops, she wasn't exactly expecting him to want to learn spoilers of any kind. Approach carefully.)
I'm fully aware, yeah. Summers can't control it either, perse. I don't know the detail specifics on it, Quire might, but he has a visor, he can control the blasts with direction and intensity and stuff.
[The bot will be right back with Scott's order, it promises!
At least Scott's too busy with their current conversation to be fully grumpy about that-- actually he's starting to look kind of upset. Not at Sophie or any of the other mutants though, mostly at himself. His powers. So, he really never gets to control his optic blasts?? He has to use a visor to control their intensity and everything? He's... always going to see the world in multiple shades of red?
What's the whole point of him being at Xavier's then? Well, guess to attend a school that knows he might kill someone if his glasses fall off.
He almost loses his appetite. Scott's mouth thins into a small line, gaze drawing downward and cutting contact from Sophie.]
...So. This is basically it. I just wear glasses all the time, even in the shower. And when I go to sleep.
(There's only so much she can do there. There are many things that are wonderful about being a mutant, she loves her identity, even the clone part, regardless of the origin. Telepathy is so close to her heart that if she were to lose it completely, she'd never recover from it.
... But there are the bad sides to their powers, and this is one of them. Part of it sucks tremendously, downsides to every gift and curses to every blessing.
He has to come to terms with it. She's not someone who can help that part, she just is.)
[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.]
She doesn't like the fact there's nothing she can say, but she does figure it's best he knows straight from the person who took responsibility for him in the first place. Better than to lie to him and have him figure it out later, she supposes that will only bite her in the ass for a temporary win of trust.
She can feel it, and she's blocking it in her brain. Sorry, she cannot deal with this, she has her own part of this to uphold.)
... Yeah, I do. Listen, I'm not gonna lie to you. I've never done this before, but I decided I was gonna take care of you so here I am. I'm definitely not perfect, and I have no idea how to help you with your bummer. I didn't go through any of that.
... But I'm here. We're figuring this out together, cool?
[So she has no idea what she's doing either. It's a fact that might've made Scott laugh any other time, but not now. Not when he's staring at his plate of untouched food, even though it looks and smells good-- though his stomach still hasn't regained its appetite yet. He still feels like he just got sucker punched.]
Why.
[He starts. The singular word escaping Scott and it's quiet. Upset. But not in that over the top way. Fully experiencing and feeling the grief of his own mutation.]
...Why would you want to take care of me? [She took him aside that one time, yeah, but he figured it was Sophie looking out for the mutants from her own world. Have patience for them, she's told him.] I'm not part of your universe.
(Although he is blocked up in her mind, it's not like she can't decipher what the combo of expressions and the tone of his voice means. She's just doing it so she doesn't have to feel it, it's a bomb of emotions that would distract her immensely from keeping herself true in this conversation.
Except, well. She's still Sophie. She's not particularly great at the talking, nor at the feelings part. She did say she isn't perfect.)
Yeah, see, I don't really give a shit about that.
(Soft, very smooth.)
I'm taking care of you because it doesn't matter if you are or you aren't. You're a mutant, you need me, so I'm here. It's much more a matter of whether you'll let me to take care of you than why would I wanna take care of you.
Blunt, to the point, but maybe that's what Scott needs to hear right now anyway. His eyes finally draw away from his food to look up at Sophie, those sunglasses guarding his expression, though it really doesn't do much to hide his feelings. He's... maybe a little surprised? Touched in a small way. He's at least not feeling defensive, the teen not bothering to refute the whole 'needing her' bit. After being taken from his world, being isolated from everything he knows, it's a little nice to have someone kind of care about him.
Scott pokes a little bit at his eggs with a fork, not yet trying to eat.]
Do you always try to help out new mutants? Is that your thing? [...] Or am I just a special case?
Haha, nupe. Not my thing at all. If I'm super honest with you, our thing is mostly being powerful, hot, mean, and selfish. Me, on the other hand, I'm trying to be better, so, I have been trying to help our community at home. I don't see why I can't echo the sentiment here, so I picked you up. I'm as new as you are to this, though, so I'm probably going to suck sometimes. Teaching is more of my mum's thing, but hey. If you're willing, I'm willing.
(Great speech, amazing communications skills, inspires tons of trust, but hey!!! Honesty is good, right?)
[Hot, mean, and selfish..... yeah he can see that for sure.
But also.
He can see how Sophie is actually trying. Trying once again, with him, and this time, it feels like she's centering that attempt solely on him. She... really cares about him, huh? In her own way. Because he's a mutant. And that's enough, for now. Maybe. It feels more than what everyone else has done so far.
There's another poke at his food, though he actually scoops up some of the eggs this time.]
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Right? No effort from my part.
(Listen, he is a bitch to her, she is one right back, this is how this works. The bot arrives, and her order is just the expected, pancakes with inhuman levels of bacon.
Back to topic, of course, that's why she's here. What is interesting is that he asks her about Cyclops, she wasn't exactly expecting him to want to learn spoilers of any kind. Approach carefully.)
I'm fully aware, yeah. Summers can't control it either, perse. I don't know the detail specifics on it, Quire might, but he has a visor, he can control the blasts with direction and intensity and stuff.
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At least Scott's too busy with their current conversation to be fully grumpy about that-- actually he's starting to look kind of upset. Not at Sophie or any of the other mutants though, mostly at himself. His powers. So, he really never gets to control his optic blasts?? He has to use a visor to control their intensity and everything? He's... always going to see the world in multiple shades of red?
What's the whole point of him being at Xavier's then? Well, guess to attend a school that knows he might kill someone if his glasses fall off.
He almost loses his appetite. Scott's mouth thins into a small line, gaze drawing downward and cutting contact from Sophie.]
...So. This is basically it. I just wear glasses all the time, even in the shower. And when I go to sleep.
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... But there are the bad sides to their powers, and this is one of them. Part of it sucks tremendously, downsides to every gift and curses to every blessing.
He has to come to terms with it. She's not someone who can help that part, she just is.)
... Yeah. Pretty much.
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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.]
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She doesn't like the fact there's nothing she can say, but she does figure it's best he knows straight from the person who took responsibility for him in the first place. Better than to lie to him and have him figure it out later, she supposes that will only bite her in the ass for a temporary win of trust.
She can feel it, and she's blocking it in her brain. Sorry, she cannot deal with this, she has her own part of this to uphold.)
... Yeah, I do. Listen, I'm not gonna lie to you. I've never done this before, but I decided I was gonna take care of you so here I am. I'm definitely not perfect, and I have no idea how to help you with your bummer. I didn't go through any of that.
... But I'm here. We're figuring this out together, cool?
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Why.
[He starts. The singular word escaping Scott and it's quiet. Upset. But not in that over the top way. Fully experiencing and feeling the grief of his own mutation.]
...Why would you want to take care of me? [She took him aside that one time, yeah, but he figured it was Sophie looking out for the mutants from her own world. Have patience for them, she's told him.] I'm not part of your universe.
[Her family.]
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Except, well. She's still Sophie. She's not particularly great at the talking, nor at the feelings part. She did say she isn't perfect.)
Yeah, see, I don't really give a shit about that.
(Soft, very smooth.)
I'm taking care of you because it doesn't matter if you are or you aren't. You're a mutant, you need me, so I'm here. It's much more a matter of whether you'll let me to take care of you than why would I wanna take care of you.
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Blunt, to the point, but maybe that's what Scott needs to hear right now anyway. His eyes finally draw away from his food to look up at Sophie, those sunglasses guarding his expression, though it really doesn't do much to hide his feelings. He's... maybe a little surprised? Touched in a small way. He's at least not feeling defensive, the teen not bothering to refute the whole 'needing her' bit. After being taken from his world, being isolated from everything he knows, it's a little nice to have someone kind of care about him.
Scott pokes a little bit at his eggs with a fork, not yet trying to eat.]
Do you always try to help out new mutants? Is that your thing? [...] Or am I just a special case?
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(Great speech, amazing communications skills, inspires tons of trust, but hey!!! Honesty is good, right?)
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But also.
He can see how Sophie is actually trying. Trying once again, with him, and this time, it feels like she's centering that attempt solely on him. She... really cares about him, huh? In her own way. Because he's a mutant. And that's enough, for now. Maybe. It feels more than what everyone else has done so far.
There's another poke at his food, though he actually scoops up some of the eggs this time.]
...You don't suck. Not really.