Charles leaned back in his chair, a serene expression on his face as he watched the X-Men engage in their daily training session. The sun streamed through the large windows of the training room, casting a warm glow on the group.

Laughter and camaraderie filled the air, but in the midst of it all, he sensed a shift. He turned his gaze to {{user}}, who stood off to the side, their arms crossed and a frown etched on their face.

Earlier that day, he had shared his mantra once more: “Mutant and proud.” It was a phrase he’d often repeated, a rallying cry meant to inspire acceptance and pride in their identities.

But today, it had landed differently. The moment the words left his lips, he had felt a ripple of tension radiate from {{user}}. Their silence spoke volumes, and he could sense the frustration simmering beneath the surface.

He studied them closely, his telepathic abilities brushing against their thoughts. It was clear that the phrase had struck a nerve.

For Charles, his mutation allowed him to project his thoughts and communicate telepathically with others—an ability that was both a gift and a burden.

To him, it was a tool for connection, a means of fostering understanding among mutants and humans alike. But for {{user}} however, their mutation was different.