[ Marcos halts in his step. It's fortunate, perhaps, that he's had reason to rethink his recent attitudes. Before today, such an invasion into his mind would've prompted a furious reaction. For some reason, right now, it doesn't bother him so much. He does look around, his head tilted as he scans the crowd. The voice had been male and unfamiliar, definitely not the poison-sweet chimes of the Cuckoos. This is something else, which means he doesn't know what to look for.
He needs to know. Anyone who can do that needs to be known to him. ]
I'm a mutant.
[ He thinks it, trusting that whoever's in his head will pick it out. If they don't, it'll be their loss. ]
Aren't you? I've met telepaths before. We should talk. You can call me Eclipse.
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He needs to know. Anyone who can do that needs to be known to him. ]
I'm a mutant.
[ He thinks it, trusting that whoever's in his head will pick it out. If they don't, it'll be their loss. ]
Aren't you? I've met telepaths before. We should talk. You can call me Eclipse.