Charles hadn't put up much of a fight, didn't have the chance to even if he had wanted; the barrage of people flooding the Xavier home had come as a surprise to him. Guns drawn words yelled; Charles hadn't even grasped what was happening till he found his face slammed into the desk and his hands cuffed. What had they done? He had asked time and time again-- first for himself, but then for the others, they were all being hauled out of the house, shoved in unmarked vans and he had never gotten a real answer till he'd been half way into the prison.
'We're rounding up all the abominations.'
Charles chest swelled with an unfamiliar pain at the words, worry for those he knew and even more so for those he didn't. The idea that a simple, small, difference would bring him here-- a peaceful, learned, well off man-- reminded him how cruel people could be at times. Told him that no one would be spared such injustice. Still staggering from the humiliation of the search he twisted his wrists in unfamiliar cuffs, listened to the painful echo of silence in his own head-- no one's thoughts but his own floating around in there. Worry creasing his brow, he didn't know how to react, wasn't sure he was even able to believe this was really happening. Even as the guard gave him a hard shove and he staggered into the sparse room; was this really happening?
When the familiar dark hair had caught his eye, Sean had immediately pushed his way off the wall and started towards him. The sight of Charles warmed his heart at the same time it broke it. This was one of the outcomes he had feared when he'd been knocked out, that the others would end up here as well or worse in a lab somewhere. "Charles!" Sean weaved between people on his way towards the shorter man, trying to avoid running into anyone.
When Sean reached him it was all he could do not to throw his arms around the man, but he refrained, instead reaching out to put a hand on Charles' shoulder. "Are you alright?! Did they get everyone?"
He directs his attention to the floor for a oment, composing himself at the sight of the yougner man-- he had hoped that Sean would be exempt. Not in their home at the time, not under his watch-- but still the young man was here, chained like the rest. "I don't know." He wishes he could lie and say they got away, but he's got no idea. He'd been knocked out, gassed so quickly he had barely a moment to fight back and woke up lacking any of his telepathic abilities. At first he had suspected some sort of brain damage till he had felt the collar, got a half-arsed look in a rear view when they loaded him onto the bus.
"I hope not, for our sake, but one can't be too sure." He wants to say he's glad to see Sean, but under the circumstances, he really isn't.
Out of everyone he had thought might end up here, Charles had been the one he'd really had hoped would get away. Mostly because he had the capabilities of mounting an effective rescue that a lot of the others didn't have. Sean spared a brief moment to pray for the safety of the youngsters he knew inhabited the mansion, but he knew the outcome wasn't bright. "I hope they got away." He could hold out hope for them.
'We're rounding up all the abominations.'
Charles chest swelled with an unfamiliar pain at the words, worry for those he knew and even more so for those he didn't. The idea that a simple, small, difference would bring him here-- a peaceful, learned, well off man-- reminded him how cruel people could be at times. Told him that no one would be spared such injustice. Still staggering from the humiliation of the search he twisted his wrists in unfamiliar cuffs, listened to the painful echo of silence in his own head-- no one's thoughts but his own floating around in there. Worry creasing his brow, he didn't know how to react, wasn't sure he was even able to believe this was really happening. Even as the guard gave him a hard shove and he staggered into the sparse room; was this really happening?
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When Sean reached him it was all he could do not to throw his arms around the man, but he refrained, instead reaching out to put a hand on Charles' shoulder. "Are you alright?! Did they get everyone?"
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"I hope not, for our sake, but one can't be too sure." He wants to say he's glad to see Sean, but under the circumstances, he really isn't.
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