[ it's hard to keep secrets when you're part of the population that is constantly watched, when people won't hesitate to condemn you for something you've never done despite saving their life a day prior. peter has seen it happen time and again; there was no place for mutants in the world before charles xavier, and even now, he wonders sometimes if the safe haven he'd built, if the fragile trust he'd fostered with humans was worth it. jean had taken the solar flare into her body that day, let it consume and burn her, because charles had told her to. we must save them, jean. in the end, they'd all watched her fall apart, and in the end, he couldn't reach her. none of them could.

he keeps talking because the alternative would mean remembering. he doesn't know if he's ready for that yet. ]

I guess that's why we're here, right?

[ the only thing he can do is to keep moving. ]

Buuut... [ peter tilts his head a little, makes a small, uncertain sound. ] I kinda get the feeling everyone's more focused on these little spirit guys instead. So, probably not many.