@greyiism answered:
Dreams were supposed to be the things you welcomed. Dreams were the better part of your subconscious, but this? This wa something else. This was twisted and suffocating, as if hope and air had been sucked out of the room. It felt so real, and so loud within the confined of her skull. She should be comforted when Charles is at her side, but even he does little to still the rapid crescendo of a hammering heart, or the way her hands shake as the feeling lingers long after the images fade.
❛ — But I could hear them Professor. I could feel their fear, theirsuffering. The world was burning and one by one life was snuffed out.
There is nothing but conviction in those troubled eyes as they seek guidance. She needs his reassurance, needs the paternal reminder that it’s all alright and that even the best of them can find their mind playing tricks on them. But there’s something hollow about the silence, about the dismissal. He calls it a dream but it’s not. No dream has ever chilled her blood, quite like this.
Charles knows Jean’s power. She is young, and possesses so much untapped potential. Potential for great good, and for great destruction. His older-self had shown him, all those years ago - had warned him not to make the same mistakes he did regarding Jean’s fate. So when Charles had heard her anguished screams, seen the nightmarish scenes flash before her mind’s eye with her, he’d known - deep down - that this was no dream. It was a premonition.
❛ — Shh, quiet now, my girl. I know. I felt it with you - I know. But you are all right, we are safe. You should try to sleep again.
Charles feels for her, with her - he truly does. He himself does not believe the words he says to her, but is it not his duty as her mentor and parental figure to reassure her? To quell her fears, and fight off her nightmares? If her dream was indeed a vision of the future, it is a subject for analysis when day comes. For now, she and all of the mansion’s residents need their rest.
