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Three hundred years of spirits and creatures of folklore, and still Jack was a sucker for their pleas. He tilts his head at Charles and in the same light tone, makes an offer sound like a question.
"We can be friends, right? Until yours get led here, or something."
Jack is far from stupid, but he doesn't pretend to himself that he's interesting enough beyond the basics to keep a professor entertained for very long.
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Bah, thoughts for another time.
For now he smiled warmly and gave a nod of his head.
"I'd like that, Jack." There is definite sincerity in his tone and in an attempt to say away from questions that made him sound like a researcher he went for the common ground between them. "Have you been here long? You sound as if you've had some experience with the faeries here."
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But, not to delve into that. He skims the subject (three hundred years of solitude and loneliness does not a good afternoon tea discussion make), sitting on the railing and drawing up a knee.
"Back where I'm from, people don't ever see magic as clearly as they do here. It's a good thing, I suppose. You don't want the Pentagon freaking out because satyrs decided to romp on their front lawn or there's an evil witch living down the road."
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"The Pentagon does appear to have a very limited sense of humor," he agreed, in a tone that hinted at the fact that he may have had personal dealings with that lack of humor issue.
"I'm afraid that in my world the idea of magic is more about slightly of hand and illusion," he admitted. "What advice would you give someone who has limited experience with such concepts?"
It couldn't hurt to hear, from someone more familiar with such things, what he might face or experience while trapped in this strange land.
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"Advice?" That could be a hairy minefield. "Uh ... I know everyone says you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but magic doesn't work like that, so. If it looks bad? Don't poke it."
The wisdom of three centuries, summarized.
"I mean, the Boogeyman is made of shadows."
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Though, given the events on the beach he was starting to come to the realization that perhaps he ought to temper his impulsive belief that he could make everything work the way he wanted it too simply by will alone.
He shook the thought off as Jack's latter words sank in and both eyebrows arched upwards.
"The Boogeyman?"
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Does he ever feel like an idiot having to explain all of this to a grown man. Kids? Sure. Children already know that the fae are real, on some level, even if none of them ever saw Jack prior to Jamie. Adults, however, are another matter.
"When he comes out of the shadows, Pitch is really tall. We're talking seven-foot, you can't miss him." Pausing, he glances down before adding, "And he knows your fears on-sight."
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"So he's here as well, with you? Someone else from your world?"
Though it sounded as if perhaps this Pitch Black fellow may not be precisely a friend, Charles had to admit that despite everything that had gone down between them, he'd be quite happy to see Erik. Then, in an effort to (once again) try to stop questioning Jack like a test subject, Charles attempt to push them back onto more common ground.
"Does that happen here? People from the same world?"
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To put it lightly, at any rate.
"It does, yeah. A couple of people I spoke to knew each other." Up go his brows. "Would you rather have one of your friends here with you?"
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"I suppose not," he said in a pensive tone. "At least, not the way I was brought here. If they were given a choice and came of their own design..."
That might be a different story but even then, his lips twitch and he glanced back up at Jack.
"I fear we'd be on opposite sides in this world."
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Friends are hard come-by for Jack. They are also hard-won (see: Aster) and mean the world to him. No matter what anyone says about this or that faction being on opposite sides ...
"Fighting with them shouldn't even be an option, especially not just because someone else says so."
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"There are some important differences between us, in our home world and I am uncertain that we can overcome them."
Charles spoke with conviction, though there was a small part of his own conscience that ruthlessly point out that he'd made some spectacular mistakes and errors in judgement. That small voice was quickly silenced beneath the horror of seeing Erik turn the missiles back around towards the human fleet.
"I'm not certain we're meant to find common ground."