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semihero_pietroPietro left Paris after seeing his sisters, and made his away across the ocean back to the Xavier Institute. It had been a few months now since he had been on the grounds - he had left soon after his father had blown up the place in Brussels - but as always it looked the same.
Making his way into the place, he avoided the groups of mutants (students and teachers alike) and instead went directly to Emma's office.
He stopped to look at his reflection. His hair was a bit longer, shaggy from not having been kept in careful cutting and styling. He was out of uniform, and his clothing seemed to just be hanging off him. He had lost weight, probably from not really eating in the last week, or was it too now... and the lack of sleep has his face pale with bags under his eyes.
Since seeing his sister, he had been able to see through the blind anger that had kept him going. But now, his head hurt and he wasn't able to know what was real and what wasn't. He also still couldn't feel his sister for some reason, and that needed to be fixed.
He needed help. And Emma Frost was, ironically, the only psychic he trusted to help him.
"Emma, it's Pietro. Are you here?" he called out, knocking rapidly on her door.
Making his way into the place, he avoided the groups of mutants (students and teachers alike) and instead went directly to Emma's office.
He stopped to look at his reflection. His hair was a bit longer, shaggy from not having been kept in careful cutting and styling. He was out of uniform, and his clothing seemed to just be hanging off him. He had lost weight, probably from not really eating in the last week, or was it too now... and the lack of sleep has his face pale with bags under his eyes.
Since seeing his sister, he had been able to see through the blind anger that had kept him going. But now, his head hurt and he wasn't able to know what was real and what wasn't. He also still couldn't feel his sister for some reason, and that needed to be fixed.
He needed help. And Emma Frost was, ironically, the only psychic he trusted to help him.
"Emma, it's Pietro. Are you here?" he called out, knocking rapidly on her door.
