[ Charles shakes his head, his expression softening in contemplation. As a telepath, he has to make certain jumps in logic and also know what to avoid. His is a precarious existence, not easily tolerated. For all of Charles' easy-going attitude and his genuine need to be helpful and kind, he is outwardly reticent, as if reluctant to subject people to his company. ]

It's fine.

[ A beat. ]

My range is quite . . . far. It can be amplified to cover even larger areas. But certain things I cannot and will not do, even for the greater good.

[ He exhales quietly, his smile bittersweet. ]

It is a naivety in which I operate the boundaries of my own powers and existence, but if everything falls apart, I like that to be the one last constant I keep.