no , that sounds … well , that honestly sounds ridiculous . spawn new alters ? one of them bringing the end of the world ? it sounds more like something out of a storybook , some child’s tale , than anything else . it’s enough to think that his mind’s not just … david in there , that it’s all these others too not all , just divad and dvd , but … enough that he won’t just be here . and when the world ends , like everyone keeps saying , like everyone keeps blaming him about division three , probably the other two divisions , and everyone else will he be here ? or will he be out , somewhere else , far out in his own head and tucked away while the destruction happens outside of him ?
honestly , he’s really worried about that , but he’s also equally worried about charles sitting up from the hospital bed like he hasn’t just been knocked out , uh , mentally … by dvd for who remembers how long it’s been . david’s thinking that’s probably not the best idea , because , honestly … it’s probably not the best idea . the last thing anyone here needs is for charles to fall into something even worse than illness . david already has this entire school staring at him from the sidelines . they all think he’s guilty , which sure , technically , he’s sorta guilty , but he’s also not ! see , cause who else would bring charles back to get him all fixed up by these people who know how to fix him back up ?! obviously , that means you don’t want him to die ( i don’t ! ) .
❝ yeah , don’t don’t , um , don’t sit up too fast or anything . your head … ❞ who’s he to tell his own father what to do when he’s known his powers and capabilities a lot more than he has ? okay , but … he can still say it . be careful ! take care of yourself ! been fathering those all his life : now it’s time to send them back out .
but he has to protect himself . crosses his arms in front of his abdomen . protective measure . ❝ they’re not going to become whatever it is i am in the future . none of them . they’re here to … to protect me , right ? how’s killing everyone supposed to protect me ?! ❞
stop. think. HE CERTAINLY HAD A POINT. right now, the alters behaved in a way that, although violent, and irrational, were understandable, at least to a degree. THEY EACH TRIED TO SHIELD THE BOY FROM SOMETHING, whether physical or emotional, so he could continue surviving in this strange, chaotic world that had traumatised him so. once more, bitterly, his mind flashed back to farouk. ALL HIS FAULT ; once again, everything he had done to his boy... it all piled up. was this part of his grand scheme? OR WAS IT ACCIDENTAL, that in trying to achieve his revenge, he had potentially created something far worse?
“ vengeance... ” all at once, the professor fell quiet, lost in thought. DAVID DIDN’T WANT TO HEAR THIS, he knew. and he knew, potentially, he was risking whatever trust he had built up with the boy, BUT HE NEEDED TO LISTEN. even if he hated him, even if he ran away, chose to deny what was possible. IF THERE WAS A CHANCE, even the slightest ------------ it was something they must deal with. division three, they had tried. but their whole plan was ham-fisted, insensitive and without nuance. THEY MIGHT RATHER DEPRIVE HIM OF HIS FREE WILL, rather than help him. charles xavier would not make the same mistake.
he had to give his son a chance. please, please, david... do the right thing.
“ GO BACK TO THE BATTLE FIELD... ” even in his current state, he pushed through, head cloudy and weak. if he chose to lash out... if he accidentally triggered an alter, he would not be able to protect himself. BUT A CHANCE. he needed him to see. “ imagine it. had no one intervened. ALL THAT ANGER, all that... rage. BUT THIS TIME, you succeed. he falls... he dies. ” breathe. press on. this was the vital part, this was make or break. “ ... imagine that in that moment, committing the most UNSPEAKABLE ACT on another human being ------------ a stretch to define farouk as such, BUT STILL... imagine another alter born. one... made to help you cope with what you did. one without remorse. ONE WHO COULD JUSTIFY THE VIOLENCE, far better than your most out of control alter. one, who might even enjoy it. one who may even want more. ”
for a moment, he eyed the other carefully, a hand slowly coming to rub at the side of his head. BUT HIS PAIN WAS NOT MERELY PHYSICAL, ANYMORE. it was mental, thinking of david. he was quickly becoming something of a powder keg of personalities, each more unruly than the last. eventually, must come a breaking point.
“ i could be wrong... i will freely admit that. but even so, we should work on treating your affliction... AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. and... and this should go without saying ------------ please, son. STAY AWAY FROM THE SHADOW KING. ”
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