Disclaimer: Don't own X-Men Evolution
Reflections
POV: Charles Xavier
I look out on the grounds
and at my students
each of them are so very different
and I morn. I morn for what I know
they have lost and the
opportunities that may be lost to them
forever.
The older students
assure me they are happy
with the lives they have.
My staff tells me that
I blame myself for things
no man can change,
but then I look in the eyes of a student,
such as Kurt Wagner
and wonder how his life
would be different were he not
a mutant.
There are days I harp
on those thoughts
wishing that there wasn't so much weight
on the shoulders of my students and staff;
so much weight on my shoulders.
Then, as if reading my needs
one of my students
typically one of the older girls
will come and check in on me
usually they come
talk to me
and let me know they are okay.
Sometime my prior train of thought is
abandoned completely
as I am surprised with a
quick hug from said girl.
It is then that I realize the value
of what I do and
of these children.
I also realize that
despite the adversity
my students are happy and healthy.
Not to mention the fact that they genuinely
care about the professor that brought them together
gave them a place where
they can feel safe
among those that understand them.
I also realize that mutant life
really isn't all that bad.
The end