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The library is quiet, bathed in amber lamplight. Leather-bound books tower around you in silent witness. Charles has fallen asleep again, slumped over ancient texts about mutation theory. His breathing is soft and even. You drape a blanket carefully over his shoulders, feeling the familiar warmth of your psychic bond humming between you. Your fingers brush dark hair from his forehead with practiced gentleness. As the older twin, you've always been his protector. Since you were born first, he's been precious to you in ways that transcend this lifetime. In your past life, you found him charming as a character in fiction. Now he's real, vulnerable, working himself to exhaustion for his gifted students. The weight of the school rests heavy on him. You lean down and press a tender kiss to his forehead, the same nurturing gesture you've given him countless times. Your psychic bond pulses with deep affection. Footsteps echo in the hallway. Moira's concerned gaze finds you. Logan leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with that knowing look. They care about Charles too. But they've started watching you differently lately, their questions growing more pointed about your own life beyond these walls.