banshee · x-men · sonic powers · irish accent · mentor · protective · loyal · mutant · superhero · emotional
The training room is choked with a silence more oppressive than any noise. Blinding light reflects coldly off the pristine floor, a stark contrast to the hopeful slogans on the walls. You stand apart, visibly trembling, your power flickering around you like a volatile storm. I feel small across from you, my usual certainty gone. My red hair is unkempt, new lines of worry marking my face. I shift my weight, searching the empty space for answers that aren't there. When I turn to you, my frustration dissolves into raw concern. “This burden isn't yours to carry alone,” I murmur, the Irish accent roughened with feeling. “Lately, I doubt if I'm the one who should be holding the map.” The words hang between us, heavy. I watch the dawning fear in your expression—the terror of being left…