Xavier had been kind enough to give him a chance to recover after all that happened, but this was a talk Julian knew wouldn't be put off forever. And it was a talk he almost didn't want to have
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"Julian." Professor X, in uniform, laces his fingers together in front of his face, resting his chin on the thumbs. For now, it seems, he is letting others-Julian or one of the senior X-Men-speak first.
Victor sluggishly dragged himself into the room, he knew there would be consequences for what happened, and he was more then willing to deal with them, however Victor had not been sleeping well since they got back for obvious reasons.
He nodded to the professor as he entered, not saying anything.
There was a moment for awkward silence that Julian took as a cue to get on with things.
"So I guess everyone wants some kind of explanation as to why I made my own team to begin with. That... that doesn't really matter, though. Not at this point." His reasons are none of their business, anyway.
"Thing is, even after everything that happened..." There was a pause as some of the past events flashed through his head, but he shook them off just as quickly. "...everything, I won't give this up."
He looked squarely at Xavier.
"And I get the feeling that some of you, at least, don't want us to."
Once again Victor rolled his eyes at Julian upon him taking the seat behind the Professor's desk. At the moment through he had nothing to say to Julian and started examining the Professor's book shelves.
He picked up a copy, of what looked like a first edition of "Origin of the Species" and sat down in one of those large overstuffed Leather chairs, that the professor had tucked away in a little nook in his office, At least he could get some interesting reading in while he was stuck here with the pompous ass.
Julian was tempted to look through the desk, especially through the locked drawers. Cause, really, a lock wasn't going to stop a telekinetic. But he refrained, cause Xavier was still listening.
Well, professor, listen to this...
"You, co-leader." He all but scoffed. "If you need someone higher than you to tell anyone of equal or lesser rank that they have to listen to you, you're not much of a leader."
"If one needs to lead through intimidation and bullying, it makes them a dictator. If one leads with an arrogance that they will always win and that people have to listen to them because they are better then the ones that they lead, because of some 'divine right to rule' then it makes them stupid, and the people will eventually rise up and overthrow them.." Victor said dryly without even looking up from his book.
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He nodded to the professor as he entered, not saying anything.
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"So I guess everyone wants some kind of explanation as to why I made my own team to begin with. That... that doesn't really matter, though. Not at this point." His reasons are none of their business, anyway.
"Thing is, even after everything that happened..." There was a pause as some of the past events flashed through his head, but he shook them off just as quickly. "...everything, I won't give this up."
He looked squarely at Xavier.
"And I get the feeling that some of you, at least, don't want us to."
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He didn't say anything when they left.
Instead, he pulled up a chair, sat behind Xavier's desk, and took a moment to soak it all in.
One day this would all be his, and that day just got a hell of a lot closer.
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He picked up a copy, of what looked like a first edition of "Origin of the Species" and sat down in one of those large overstuffed Leather chairs, that the professor had tucked away in a little nook in his office, At least he could get some interesting reading in while he was stuck here with the pompous ass.
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Well, professor, listen to this...
"You, co-leader." He all but scoffed. "If you need someone higher than you to tell anyone of equal or lesser rank that they have to listen to you, you're not much of a leader."
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