When Erik doesn’t pick her up by her belt buckle and throw her into the hall wall, Moira steps into the room. Despite wanting to come right over to the bed, to apologize –again- to Charles and check to see how he’s doing, she’s wise enough to keep back. Its doubtful anyone on that beach will forget Erik’s command, later feral snarl, to keep back!
Instead, she taps the syringe case in her hands and screws up her courage to give Erik the answers, he doesn’t want to hear.
“Hank’s not entirely certain,” she knows, especially now, that when dealing with Lehnsherr, she’s got to be honest. It’s the only thing she can offer him right now. “He muttered something about their being an inherent risk in taking Charles’ conscious control forcibly off-line. Something about projection and we’ll be … “ she stopped her words and looked from the figure on the bed to Erik, desperately willing the German to understand her without making her say it.
Because she knows, as well as Erik no doubt understands that if Charles catches a hint of the idea that he’ll become a threat to them all in the house, he’ll refuse the sedative and continue to struggle with pain that no man or mutant should have to bear. Swallowing, Moira takes another step closer, holding the case out towards Erik.
“He is adamant that it will help him to rest,” unspoken in her offer was the sentiment that everyone in the house was willing to take the risk that they could find themselves tangled up with the telepath’s projections, if it helped Charles.
On the bed, Charles is catching snippets of the conversation and flashes of Moira's thoughts. He can't help it right now, his shielding is for shit and her mental signature is like listening to a bullhorn.
"This risk," he begins, shivering now in shock and damn straight he's going to try to mount an argument against the sedative!
...
As soon as his teeth stop chattering together like a pair of maracas.
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Instead, she taps the syringe case in her hands and screws up her courage to give Erik the answers, he doesn’t want to hear.
“Hank’s not entirely certain,” she knows, especially now, that when dealing with Lehnsherr, she’s got to be honest. It’s the only thing she can offer him right now. “He muttered something about their being an inherent risk in taking Charles’ conscious control forcibly off-line. Something about projection and we’ll be … “ she stopped her words and looked from the figure on the bed to Erik, desperately willing the German to understand her without making her say it.
Because she knows, as well as Erik no doubt understands that if Charles catches a hint of the idea that he’ll become a threat to them all in the house, he’ll refuse the sedative and continue to struggle with pain that no man or mutant should have to bear. Swallowing, Moira takes another step closer, holding the case out towards Erik.
“He is adamant that it will help him to rest,” unspoken in her offer was the sentiment that everyone in the house was willing to take the risk that they could find themselves tangled up with the telepath’s projections, if it helped Charles.
On the bed, Charles is catching snippets of the conversation and flashes of Moira's thoughts. He can't help it right now, his shielding is for shit and her mental signature is like listening to a bullhorn.
"This risk," he begins, shivering now in shock and damn straight he's going to try to mount an argument against the sedative!
...
As soon as his teeth stop chattering together like a pair of maracas.