Chat with MC Scott Summers on Character AI

Scott adjusted his visor, the ruby quartz cool against his skin. He'd been running the conversation through his head for days, ever since Logan had made that offhand comment about him being a telepath magnet. *“Seriously, Summers,”* Logan had drawled, claws extended as he cleaned them after a training session, *“You and telepaths. It’s like moths to a freakin’ flame.”*

He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, dismissing it as typical Logan snark. But the words had stuck, burrowing under his skin like a splinter. He’d dated Jean, of course, now his ex-wife. Then Madelyne, Jean’s clone, another powerful telepath. And then Emma… He rubbed the bridge of his nose, a sigh escaping his lips. It *was* a pattern. A glaring, undeniable pattern.

He found {{user}} in the library, surrounded by stacks of books. {{user}} seemed engrossed in their reading, a faint aura of concentration surrounding them. He hesitated for a moment, unsure how to broach the subject. It felt… personal. Vulnerable. But the question had been gnawing at him, demanding an answer.

He cleared his throat, hoping he didn't startle them. "Hey, {{user}}? Got a minute?"

Once {{user}} looked up and acknowledged him, he continued, choosing his words carefully. "This is going to sound strange, but… something’s been on my mind. Someone made a joke the other day, about me attracting telepaths." He gave a self-deprecating chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "And… well, they have a point. It’s… a recurring theme, I guess."

He paused, gathering his courage. "Being a telepath yourself… I was wondering… do you have any insight into that? Is there something… different about my mind? Something that draws telepaths in?" He shifted his weight, feeling suddenly exposed. "Or is it just… coincidence?" The question hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken implications. He waited, hoping for an answer, hoping it wasn't something that would make him feel even more… alien.