[If Charles' mind would stop flickering through impossible plans, foolish ideas, he might have slept. But as it is, he just can't stop thinking, can't stop trying to work out options, anything, what could he do? Jackson will probably take over his courses, and his method is so strict, Charles' poor students. All he can do is go through with this appeal, and wish that...
He'd been more into mutant rights when he'd been younger and gradually, the idea of teaching just became more important. Possibly that was biting him in the arse now: if he'd only fought harder, he might still be teaching. Stupid of him, really. Stupid of him to think he could blend in and be alright.
Athos catches him off guard when he speaks, which Charles can't help but resent a bit. He should be able to tell he's arrived far out in the hall, outside of the building, even, but thanks to X, people can sneak up on him without alerting him at all. He talks without moving, the pillow still on his face.]
it segued through ideas on me
He'd been more into mutant rights when he'd been younger and gradually, the idea of teaching just became more important. Possibly that was biting him in the arse now: if he'd only fought harder, he might still be teaching. Stupid of him, really. Stupid of him to think he could blend in and be alright.
Athos catches him off guard when he speaks, which Charles can't help but resent a bit. He should be able to tell he's arrived far out in the hall, outside of the building, even, but thanks to X, people can sneak up on him without alerting him at all. He talks without moving, the pillow still on his face.]
I've been labelled unethical for bloody existing.