[ His hand shoots to his temple as soon as he feels a hint of mental touch. He doesn't have his powers, doesn't have any way to retaliate, but immediately his mind bristles with fury/fear/guilt, surges of emotions that Charles keeps locked away deep inside most of the time.
Barbed wire, mud, the flicker of life draining from a soldier's eyes. Keep out of here, I will not, I will not be powerless. ]
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Barbed wire, mud, the flicker of life draining from a soldier's eyes. Keep out of here, I will not, I will not be powerless. ]
Don't. Don't you do that.