It was like something beyond Astral existence. Not a consciousness pushed through the psychic ether, but one that seemed in itself its [i]own[/i] ether. Something Xavier understood to be exclusive to and only possible by Umbra. Different from power. . .it didn't feel attained so much as. . .[i]defined.[/i] 

Yet with an unmissable power imbued somehow in the nothingness. 

Xavier knew what Umbra had [i]thought[/i] to do. 
This sick possession of Andrew's body seemed like some kind of compromise. [i]Why. . ?[/i]

The greater magnitude of this was unknown, and unsettling. . .Charles Xavier had been in many minds. Mutant and non-mutant. Twisted ones were found in either. Vast expanses. So many one wouldn't believe if not seen, even one who could be considered a professor of such.

But this.
[i][b]This[/b][/i] held nearly no comparable feeling of "mind" at all. 

Xavier likewise had ample experience with illusionist powers and this [i]reminded[/i] him of being inserted into someone else's mindscape; created world; dimension. Yet it still didn't [i]feel[/i] like anything previously experienced. 

And for something Xavier couldn't concretely perceive, it evoked a lot of feelings within him. Like all that was absent from Umbra was finding its place in him. He almost felt masticated and swallowed by that yawning abyss. Questioning for several fractions of a second if Umbra could devour other minds, like Andrew's, merely by their critical error of treading too close to Umbra's "presence".

But no. Xavier was still himself.
Still with the feelings he had on his approach; taking precedent to all others.

If Umbra could analyze Xavier like some scan, what would now be found would be oddly focused. 
As though the magnitude of Xavier's "files" couldn't be revealed without engaging with this one.

And the insight Ryder provided to the X-Men wasn't his to know.

[color=#7393B3]"I trust you can comprehend me. . .The person from which you took something. Vastly more important is what you took afterward. Your reach [b]ends here[/b]."[/color] 

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Cyclops didn't waste a second on the significance of Ryder's permission. He spoke into the comm., giving notable permit himself: "[color=#0096FF]Logan, if you see 'em, free reign. We're coming."[/color] Already leading the way to the elevator shaft, Cyclops add of [color=#0096FF]"time for a Talent Showcase,"[/color] could've come off as an offhand statement to the air, though Storm and Beast understood it for the tactic command it was.

Give 'em your best whatever it was.
Beast flexed his supple body before "following" Cyclops with acrobatic maneuvers off the walls and ceiling, winding up at the shaft ahead of his leader. 

He used the same to descend the shaft safely while Storm and Cyclops merely jumped, Storm deftly using her powers to slow both their descents though Cyclops could've used his optic blast; wind was less alerting.