Without serious misgivings, something holding one back, yes. I made sure I never made the same mistake. The memories I've had to reconstruct since haven't got a brick out of place, and no one but another powerful telepath could find out the places I've cut and stitched.

[ Resting on the rungs for a moment, Charles frowns at the shelves, disliking how carefully disaffected he's come to sound about his own power when Erik was just marveling at it. It may be a projection of Erik's consciousness, but he can read the emotion all the same, the restrained quiet emanating from him from the second the book closed.

Stepping down without a new selection, concern carves out hard lines in his face, approaching his friend again. ] Are you all right?