New Divide

New Divide: 70

“Can I ask you something?” Margo's voice suddenly interrupted the sudden silence. They were still waiting for Hank to finish preparing the plane. It seemed from the last time they had used it to get back, he hadn't refuelled it. It was this task which he was doing at the moment, and had briefly come up to tell everyone he'd be a few more moments.

Logan had gone off to explore the mansion, he wished to know if it was any different to the mansion he knew too well. While he went off on his way Charles had returned to his study, and Margo had gone somewhere only to end up hunting him out.

He turned from the window and looked up at her. Leaning his chin away from his hands he nodded at her to continue. She walked away from the doorway which she was currently lurking in.

“I never thought to ask before,” she said while sitting down on one of the chairs. She grasped onto one of the cushions and held it tightly to herself. “I always thought you and Hank did what you did because you could not bear to be who you really were. I understand Hank's need to look normal, not for a second did I understand your reasons. But I think...after today, and after the traumatic experience within Cerebro I do.” Margo paused and watched as he came to a stop in front of her. “The others...Sean, Angel. Even those we fought against who sided with Shaw, you sensed them die? Like...something is there one minute and snubbed out the next, and you could feel that? You could also hear too many other people's thoughts too, hm?” Margo looked to him seriously, yet sadly all at the same time somehow. “Why didn't you ever say?”

“What use would it have done?” Charles asked. “It was better to keep it from you, because some things don't need to be spoken. I’d rather you live in hope knowing that they were still here, alive. Than knowing that they had died.”

“But it's false hope, Charles. And that's just as good as no hope at all. You could have told me. You could have shared what was troubling you.”

“Let's be honest, Margo. I could have done a lot of things.” Charles smiled awkwardly over the blatant obviousness of his words.

She frowned at this yet nodded. “Did Hank know?”

Charles rolled his eyes, “You've seen his room, how was there anyway for him not to know?”

“I was left in the dark over this? Well that's not particularly fair, is it?”

“Would you believe then, that I kept it from you for sake of not seeing you sad?” Charles asked while looking to her, she slowly nodded and crossed her legs in the seat. “May I ask what's bought this all on?”

“It's just...things are making slight sense. Reasons for actions, and all that. If it weren't for today and what happened I would never have asked.”

“Maybe I should have asked you to stay away then.”

“Having a moment happens to the best of us,” Margo said plainly while rolling her eyes and leaning her chin against her hand. “Do you think we can truly stop Raven?”

 "Yes.” Charles said with a nod.

 “I don't think she'll come back with us though.”

“I'm holding out that she does.” Charles said with a sigh, though really he was slowly realizing that no matter what, Raven was possibly never going to return back to the mansion.

“When you read Logan's mind earlier, what was the future really like?”

Charles looked to her sharply. “Bleak, and dark.”

Margo pouted at this, “What're you like?”

Charles smiled slowly despite himself. “Bald.” Margo burst out laughing and suffered a half-assed glare being sent her way. “That's it, you laugh it up.”