[She nods once in response, leaning her head back against the wall. Her eyes do close for a moment, taking a deep breath. Except all she sees when she closes her eyes are the photos of her mutant brothers and sisters, the horrors Trask had done to them before they died. Raven is wasting time here, but she's no choice in the matter.
Her eyes open again, instantly focusing on whatever it is that's going on across the room. She's momentarily reminded of Peter Pan playing with his shadow. She'd gone to see the musical as a child with Charles and his mother. As a child the story had appealed to her, the idea that there might be some place she could escape to. A place for the unwanted children to find a home. Charles had become her family, yes, but she'd never really felt at home in the Xavier Mansion or when they'd gotten older and she tagged along with him to University.
She doesn't say anything, doesn't interrupt whatever it is that he's actually doing. But Raven does watch on, yellow eyes following the shadow as it moves.]
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Her eyes open again, instantly focusing on whatever it is that's going on across the room. She's momentarily reminded of Peter Pan playing with his shadow. She'd gone to see the musical as a child with Charles and his mother. As a child the story had appealed to her, the idea that there might be some place she could escape to. A place for the unwanted children to find a home. Charles had become her family, yes, but she'd never really felt at home in the Xavier Mansion or when they'd gotten older and she tagged along with him to University.
She doesn't say anything, doesn't interrupt whatever it is that he's actually doing. But Raven does watch on, yellow eyes following the shadow as it moves.]