[ He says it like he believes it. Not her fault. Like he wants her to believe it too, and Sonya only finds it noticeable because it's so different from the way he's said everything else. A glimmer of something through the fog.
And it's the truth, what he says. Sonya knows it, deep down. Blaming herself is the alternative for facing how awful the world is for mutants. ]
He? Oh. [ Trask, yeah. And it's kind of funny, but his comment about the moon landing doesn't seem so strange to her. ] No, you're right. It's unusual.
[ She knows he's avoiding the question, but that's an answer in and of itself, isn't it? That's all right. ]
I thought it might be, in here. You know. [ Tapping her index finger to her temple. The universal sign language for telepathy, right? ]
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And it's the truth, what he says. Sonya knows it, deep down. Blaming herself is the alternative for facing how awful the world is for mutants. ]
He? Oh. [ Trask, yeah. And it's kind of funny, but his comment about the moon landing doesn't seem so strange to her. ] No, you're right. It's unusual.
[ She knows he's avoiding the question, but that's an answer in and of itself, isn't it? That's all right. ]
I thought it might be, in here. You know. [ Tapping her index finger to her temple. The universal sign language for telepathy, right? ]