Upon hearing that, Jean looked at Aaron in slight astonishment. "Sorry. Two years ago, I asked the Professor to help read your thoughts because I sensed a familiar aura from you."
"What familiar aura?"
"Fawkes," Jean explained. "You are Fawkes's master."
"So that's it. You had your eye on my Phoenix."
"More or less! It made me feel very close to it.
"How did you know someone was reading your thoughts?"
"There are people in this world who can resist telepathy, and I am one of them."
Jean nodded thoughtfully. "Since you could resist telepathy, then why did you...?"
"False information." Aaron tapped his temple with his index finger. "I altered my thoughts at the time, letting him read false information."
As Jean understood, she also inexplicably felt relieved.
The Professor had not lied to her. Rather, the Professor had been deceived—but at least it proved that he was not some so-called 'lecher.'
"Since you could alter your thoughts, why not replace them with better ones?"
"Heh heh!" Aaron laughed at that. "I was only eighteen then! What should an eighteen-year-old man be thinking about? How much money to donate at a charity gala? How many people that money could save?
"Come on. What I was thinking then was what most young men would think.
"Since you aren't ordinary either, you should understand that if you want to live peacefully on this planet, you have to pretend to be an ordinary person."
Jean nodded in agreement. "The Professor also said that our identities would be impossible to hide sooner or later, but the later that time came, the better."
"The Professor you mentioned is Charles Xavier, right?
"The headmaster of Mutant Academy?"
"You know the Professor? And you know about Mutant Academy?"
"Actually, I only know the names." Aaron spoke