"Right," Charles murmured, but a second later, he was overwhelmed. He staggered visibly, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to focus through it all, tried to understand just what he was 'hearing' floating around him. He didn't even go after any individuals, purely listened as if he was in a crowded room, but even that was almost too much.

Too many languages he couldn't understand, things he should have been but he didn't understand the minds behind them, too many things he couldn't name or had any understanding of.

It was even difficult to turn off, returning his barriers to their normal closed ranks around him. At this point, he had stopped completely, breathing having picked up, almost as overwhelmed as when he had first arrived with none of the nausea.