"Spoken like one who was truly known acquaintance with organ harvesters." He responds gravely just before the winds take them, and with how deadpan he says it, it really is impossible to tell whether or not he was jesting.
Had he remembered how much of the ascent would be wasted on his companion, he might have opted for the less dramatic approach and simply teleported them straight into Avalon, expending more of his power but certainly getting it done faster.
But he has forgotten, at least momentarily, caught up instead in playing the part that his leader chose and trained him for. Months of living in sequestered isolation, being groomed by Magnus to assume his role as herald to the mutant messiah, has certainly left him with a tendency to err on the side of the imperious and overwrought. How much like puncturing a ballon, then, it is when his work has been for naught with a simple, blunt reminder from Iggy.
It would be almost comical to witness if Iggy could see him right now. For a good three or four second he doesn't even say anything, instead just hanging there in space, looking and feeling like nothing so much as a slowly-deflating balloon. It is like having ice water dumped on his head, a rare experience indeed for a mutant of his power. And when he finally finds his telepathic 'voice', even it comes across as quite a bit more subdued, more like he was before and perhaps even a touch embarrassed.
Ah, yes. My apologies. Allow me to make amends for my carelessness.
He reaches out with his thoughts to extend a psychic connection between them as before, this time allowing Iggy to not just see with his eyes but feel this moment with all his, Exodus's, senses, stopping just enough so the experience won't entirely overwhelm the boy. The connection is strong enough now that, if Iggy were to try, he would even be able to reach out himself and move Exodus's limbs as if they were his own.
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Had he remembered how much of the ascent would be wasted on his companion, he might have opted for the less dramatic approach and simply teleported them straight into Avalon, expending more of his power but certainly getting it done faster.
But he has forgotten, at least momentarily, caught up instead in playing the part that his leader chose and trained him for. Months of living in sequestered isolation, being groomed by Magnus to assume his role as herald to the mutant messiah, has certainly left him with a tendency to err on the side of the imperious and overwrought. How much like puncturing a ballon, then, it is when his work has been for naught with a simple, blunt reminder from Iggy.
It would be almost comical to witness if Iggy could see him right now. For a good three or four second he doesn't even say anything, instead just hanging there in space, looking and feeling like nothing so much as a slowly-deflating balloon. It is like having ice water dumped on his head, a rare experience indeed for a mutant of his power. And when he finally finds his telepathic 'voice', even it comes across as quite a bit more subdued, more like he was before and perhaps even a touch embarrassed.
Ah, yes. My apologies. Allow me to make amends for my carelessness.
He reaches out with his thoughts to extend a psychic connection between them as before, this time allowing Iggy to not just see with his eyes but feel this moment with all his, Exodus's, senses, stopping just enough so the experience won't entirely overwhelm the boy. The connection is strong enough now that, if Iggy were to try, he would even be able to reach out himself and move Exodus's limbs as if they were his own.