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[locks, then telepathic broadcast]

[ Locked to Erik Lensherr ]

I don't suppose I have a right to ask for this, given how I've treated you since we've both awakened.

But. Do you think we could wipe the slate clean?

[ Locked to Shepard ]

Should we speak?

[ Telepathic broadcast / significantly later ]

ooc ; If you'd like your character to feel this, assume they get slammed by it; if you would rather them not, assume that Charles' mind skipped over theirs somehow and only hit a portion of the population.

[ Early afternoon on Thursday, particularly psychically susceptible people might suddenly feel an agonizing, splitting pain down the center of their skull. Psychic overload, if any of them have experienced it before, drowning in a stream of information too much for one person to handle.

Brief impressions: the ship, no, the other ship, go back for them, four more, woke them up, the first, the first.

The contact cuts off as abruptly as it was made. ]

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If you're willing to explain just why you considered me a threat in the first place.

What did he do?

I'm not certain it's any of your business.

You took all you wanted from me, but you refuse to provide anything in return. Give me a reason to consider "wiping the slate clean".

[ He winces. ]

I suppose I deserved that.

He -- I --

[ He's having such a hard time voicing this. Why is it so difficult? ]

I think he tried to have me killed.

Those who came after me -- they were his, his people, and they took me out to the desert. I was bleeding.

I don't, I don't want to talk about it.

[There's a delay in him replying. It's partly an answer he'd expected, but that doesn't mean he's happy to hear it.]

Then clearly there's no relation between the two of us. [Beyond a name and face, that is. The Charles from his world is his closest friend, so hurting him is the last thing on his mind.]

I'm not a threat to you, and I see no reason for that to change.

When love sours, it turns to hate.

You were friends then, before that?

Brothers.

[Brothers? But then why would he have even considered trying to kill Charles? It makes no sense to him.

He doesn't ask for clarification though. Why bother when he knows that his own friendship with the Charles he knows isn't going to end the same way. Neither of them would let it.]

Consider the slate wiped clean.

[ He wants to disclaim: it's not like that, I betrayed him first, I left him first. But he can't, of course, and that would be counterproductive anyhow.

So he shrugs and forces a smile, knowing it'll be audible in his voice. ]

Good.

The Charles and Raven of my world matter to me.

[Which is the closest he's getting to admitting that he actually cares about the safety of the alternate versions here.]

Just -- remember, be cautious with her. She has been treated terribly. She was part of a CIA program, one that identified young mutants, recruited them... she takes a long time to trust anyone.

[ And that's the closest he'll come to giving his blessing to go talk to Raven too. ]

Oddly enough, I believe I'm rather qualified in dealing with those who have been through difficult situations.

[But the warning is noted, regardless.]

I know. Believe me.

Yes, I'm sure you do.

[And he doesn't sound particularly happy about that.]

[ A cough. ]

Clean slate, then.

And do please tell your Charles to exercise a bit of caution in his speech.

He won't be harmed.

[Because even if they somehow get past Charles' defences, they won't get past Erik's too.]

I mean it may do more damage to my cause than good. Not many people can harm a telepath.

And just what is your cause?

To have those in the dome stop killing us.

And, to that end, it helps if those here will listen to me, instead of dismissing me as a telepath, and therefore slightly more awful than a basket full of poisonous snakes.

You haven't precisely helped your reputation here.

[He means those suggestions; ones he knows hadn't come from the Charles from his world. He wouldn't have overstepped that boundary.]

How do you mean?

Your attempts at placation. I know when my thoughts are being influenced.

How many others have you used it on? How much can you blame them for not trusting you?

Then you'd be one of the very few. Most didn't notice it at all.

I used it on everyone, Erik. It was a broadcast as far as I could reach.

Most, not all. It isn't going to stay a secret, and that won't help your cause any.

Stay out of our heads, Charles. [Not Xavier. See, a clean slate.]

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