[ And there are images, flashes: the exhilaration in Erik's eyes, a hint of blue skin from underwater, the image wobbly.
Further back: a dark house, the smell of wood-polish and then the acrid taste of Scotch on a child's tongue, sampled too warm from a glass where the ice has melted, his mother long since asleep.
Toy soldiers on a chessboard.
Charles' mind flounders and he shoves back at the telepathic intrusion, a pained why would you even want to see this, caught with strings of fear and anger and that feeling, that specific feeling of a mind slipping away into death that Charles has felt entirely too many times. ]
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Further back: a dark house, the smell of wood-polish and then the acrid taste of Scotch on a child's tongue, sampled too warm from a glass where the ice has melted, his mother long since asleep.
Toy soldiers on a chessboard.
Charles' mind flounders and he shoves back at the telepathic intrusion, a pained why would you even want to see this, caught with strings of fear and anger and that feeling, that specific feeling of a mind slipping away into death that Charles has felt entirely too many times. ]