The next day, I was walking around the mansion with Charles.
"So." I said to Charles. "How are people reacting to this?"
"Not well." Charles frowned. "There are already riots beginning. 'Down with the mutants' and other messages of the like."
I leaned against the wall for support. I had escaped from the clutches of an evil mutant, but was I any better off in the hands of the humans? "What happened to Moira?" I asked.
"She'll come here once she's helped calm down the chaos." Charles explained.
I raise an eyebrow. "How did you organize that?"
Charles tapped the side of his head, "I'm a telepath, remember?"
"So you can read my mind." I was discomforted by this. It was an absolute invasion of privacy.
"I can." Charles said, "But I won't. I won't ever read your mind without our permission."
I smiled. "Thank you."
Charles sat down on a bench, and rested his head in his hands.
"Charles?" I asked, worried. "Are you okay?"
He nodded, and took a deep breath. "It was just so.. overwhelming. People falling, screaming for help, pleading for someone to save them. I could hear all of them, all at once."
I sat down next to him. "I'm sorry." We sat like that for a little longer, then I decided to change the subject, and ask a question that had been on my mind for a while. "So you seem to know Raven really well." I commented.
"Yes." Charles said.
I didn't know how to word it, so I just blurted out, "Is she your girlfriend?"