"I am not looking for pity, Monsieur Xavier," I state. "I find it to be very condescending. But the reason I told you this is for you to know why I am so nervous around lots of people, and especially around strangers. I just don't want you to think I am antisocial, like many people often assume."
"Ah, I see," he says. "You needn't feel that the people here are strangers. Many of them have gone through hell until they come here because they are 'different'. So many of the people who are here would not act the same as many of the people you have met in your life previously. So try to not feel so out of place. You are as welcome here as anyone else."
"Thank you for rescuing me. But I don't know how long it will take for me to acclimate to living with people again after being alone for so long," I admit.
We went outside to the grounds of the school. He said to wait for a minute. A tall, lithe man with bright blue hair. I wonder if that is his real hair or if it is dyed that color… I'm afraid I was staring at him, for he blushed bright red while giving me a questioning look.
Though he wouldn't appear so, I can feel that he has a very dominant personality, and for some reason, is another one that is immune. I think however, that instead of being openly dominant and aggressive/overpowering, he has a more subdued, less harsh dominance that perhaps he isn't even aware of. The kind that would bow to most pressure, perhaps, but would, if pressed too hard or irritated enough, would snap back and become very overwhelming/dominant, and easily defend himself without effort or regret.
"I'm sorry for staring," I attempt to apologize, although it comes out strained and forced. I am not very good at apologizing, as I was never really given the chance to practice this phenomenon.
Professor Xavier started to introduce him to me. "Xavier, this is Erik. Erik, this is Xavier."
"My name is Xavier Golden. Most just call me 'Zag' because my first name is hard to pronounce for most people. Nice to meet you, Erik…?" He speaks with a smooth, rich voice that sounds faintly British. He looks mostly normal; I wonder what his difference is…
"Just Erik, monsieur. I never knew my surname, and my name itself is an accident. Nice to meet you, too. If I am not being too bold, may I ask what is your difference?"
"You will see. I'll show you when we are alone, as I don't want to scare people."
Professor Xavier speaks, "Mr. Golden, would you please take Erik on a tour of the grounds here?"
"Most certainly." Zag retorts.