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Try Catching Flootemon with your Communicator!

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

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[She thinks about what Charles has said about the planet so far.] So being here... is it kind of like being on a planet full of people like you?

Close enough. They don't have my . . . strength, but they are the closest I've seen in a while.

[She nods.] That's so good, though, having people around who can understand you like that. [She knows how hard it's been for him to even talk about the telepathy thing at times, because he expects negative reactions. Not having that hanging over him at all must be amazing. She knows what it feels like when she runs across someone like Winter or Maine. A whole planet like that?

Okay, a whole planet of Winters and Maines would be... really not good. Scratch that.]

[ Yeah, sounds pretty terrifying. ]

It's certainly a nice change of pace.

Not having to be scared really is.

[ He's still scared, deep down, but with the locals . . . at least he doesn't have to be. ]

It helps.

Do you think you'll ever not be scared? [Obviously right here is fine, but they're not going to be staying here permanently.]

. . . I don't know.

I'm sorry.

[She hopes it gets better, but what can she do? She can't really help. All she can do is give his hand a soft squeeze because she cares about him.]

Don't be. It's no one's fault.

That's not true. Fear doesn't happen in a vacuum. Someone gave you a reason to be scared.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Maybe so, but it wasn't anyone's fault.

How does that work?

People are allowed to be afraid.

[She falls silent as she considers this. You don't get to tell people how to feel, she knows that. But. ]

Sometimes people are afraid of the wrong thing.

Even so. It's not my place to tell them that.

But if it hurts you, that's also not right.

It can't be helped, darling.

[ Pain is easy to bear. Pain was his due. He feels less bitter about it, though his own suspicious nature had yet to abate. ]

[Softly:] It's not your due.

[He deserves nice things.]

I saw the future. I saw who I was, who I could be, what I could keep if I had that kind of hope.

I'm not saying I -- deserve it. But I am saying I can hold it.

[She doesn't have a good answer for that. It would be one thing if it was a question of combat. That's her job, not Charles's. But she has no authority here. All she has is worry. She just wants her friends to be happy, and okay. Because then it doesn't matter so much if she's a fucking mess.

She just curls up a bit more against him, like that will somehow make a difference.]

[ He runs a hand through her hair. He doesn't feel bad or all that worried. The words of his future self gave him a strength and a cause he thought was all but lost. And his beliefs, his hopes have paid off, slowly but surely.

No, Charles had no regrets. ]

I'm glad. It's better to not.

[It's probably a bad thing, that she keeps trying to make him feel better and it turns out to be the other way around. But she's so glad he puts up with her worrying and clinging. It's hard to know what's okay or what's not.]

I believe that too.

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