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“I swear for each year that passes more and more of my faith in humanity is worn away,” Enigma muttered.
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open starter [muse: Enigma]
“I swear for each year that passes more and more of my faith in humanity is worn away,” Enigma muttered.
Enigma had been sure that the tabloids would never be able to quite hit her weak points anymore. They’d been trying for decades since she’d come out into the open alongside Charles as a mutant right’s activist and she’d had plenty of time and practice to grow thick armor plating. She’d even come to find some sort of mildly twisted enjoyment in seeing what they’d come up with next. She should have known though that they’d eventually find the gaps, and find the gaps they had.
She was sitting, knees drawn to her chest, in front of her laptop as the tail end of the video she’d been watching played.
“So how do we really know how much of the good will towards Enigma is genuine and how much is telepathic manipulation? Some of it? All of it?”
“None,” she murmured. “I-I wouldn’t.”
Not consciously but what if, unconsciously, she had? She’d always been desperate for love and approval after coming out of The Project and she couldn’t really draw fully back into her own mind. She bounced between anchor minds to keep from delving too deeply into the minds of others by accident but what if even that surface level contact was enough?
“I am loved. There are people who care.” She repeated the words that had been said to her so long ago as if it were some sort of ward. If she said it enough she’d believe it. Right?
Iggy just I don’t even know
“Hello reminder that I’m going to outlive not only my own children, their children, and probably my great grandchildren. How the hell are ya?”
open starter Muse: Enigma
“It’s the weekend. I can sleep in as long as I want,” Enigma said groggily. Though that didn’t stop her from getting up anyway.
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Enigma was pouring tea when she suddenly doubled over in pain. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
“Somebody get Hank!” He’d know what to do.