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That's what people do, though. They disappoint.

Are you sure that isn't an excuse people use to forgive themselves for being disappointing?

*He offers he a small frown * Im sorry..

You really, really should be.

So, how's it going, Hank? Still pretending to be something you're not?

*He sighs a little at her comment before he lowers his head *

Why can't we just move past this ?

... What exactly is it that you're expecting we can move past? That you hate who you are so much that you want to "cure" it? That our friends died because of people who hate and fear us, but as long as you look normal, who cares, right? That I showed you who I really am, and you called me ugly?

I'm not a pathetic little girl looking for attention anymore, and I'm sorry, but that's the only kind of girl who's ever going to notice you.

What's so wrong with wanting to look normal? [He asked her lowly, though his tone went a little lower] Is it so wrong of me to want a cure, that no, no I don't like what I am? Some sort of beast...

[He then lowered his head once again] You aren't ugly and I never once called you pathetic. I don't understand why everything came to this?

[She clenched her hands into fists.] It's so wrong that you think it's something that needs to be cured. And if you come up with something that lasts, that really works, what do you think will happen when--when--it gets in the wrong hands? You could destroy all of us because you had weird feet.

If you'd been around a few million years ago, we probably wouldn't even be walking upright! It's come to this because you want to spread your shame to all of us when we should be standing up and saying we're what's next. We're what normal's going to look like from now on.

I'm not that stupid! [He hisses back lowly at her] I would never do anything that would endanger any of us. We get that enough already.

[He shakes his head a little]

It isn't that easy...

Oh, yeah, because I wouldn't understand your pain or hardship. Because ever since the time you were a baby, your parents would have people come in and try to use religion or medicine or whatever they could think of that day to "cure" you, right? Because when that didn't work, they tried to kill you, right? Because you had to run away from home when you were still a kid and eat whatever you could find, right?

Because when you found someone who you thought might understand, he said the real you wasn't pretty enough, right?

Yeah, tell me all about how easy it's not. I wouldn't have any idea. It's been so damn easy for me.

[He shakes his head once again before he takes a step closer to her] You mis-understand...[He whispers lowly] I know it wasn't easy for you and I wasn't trying to say it was. You have every right to be who you want to be, look how you want to look. I'm not trying to take that from you...[He whispers]

Don't you grow tired of all of this fighting?[ He asked her softly] Of being alone? Most of our friends are dead, gone...

[He glances down oncw again]

Nothing but this silence, silence between us and them. Is that how it will be with us too? Just pure hatred?

[She clenches her jaw, her nose flaring with heavy breaths. Her voice comes out raspy.]

Don't you dare try to use them to manipulate me. I'm not the hateful one. You're the one who hates us. You're the one who hates mutants.

I don't hate ANY of us! [He shoots back at her, his voice coming off as rather offended] And I'm not trying to manipulate you. I'm simply trying to state the facts...

Okay, if you're stating facts, what is it you expect from me? Do you expect forgiveness? And if there were forgiveness, what comes after that?

[Her shoulders slump slightly.] What would we even say to each other if we weren't fighting?

I don't expect anything from you. * He tells her softly * And I'm not asking you for any type of forgiveness because I know I don't deserve it. I also don't have all of those answers...

I guess I could start with saying I am truly sorry. I didn't wish for things to be like this...

I glad you're sorry, but I don't think you really understand what you should be sorry for.

You had so much potential to help other mutants. You should be sorry you didn't become anything more than his new pet.

What makes you think I can't still help other mutants? I thought that was what most of us were trying to do and then things just...

*He stops himself before he looks at her. Rather taken back by her comment * His pet ?

It's just something I said to him one time. I mean, you've figured it out by now, haven't you? That's how he sees you. That's how he used to see me. Cute little pets that he can train and everyone will think, oh look, he tamed the savage beast.

*He tries his best not too look too offend or hurt by her comment * That's kind of a harsh thing to say. * He replies lowly * Charles isn't like that. He doesn't see that with me, I doubt he viewed you as some animal, pet or whatever you wish to call it.

I'm his friend...

[It still stings. She keeps expecting any conversation about Charles to stop stinging, but here it is again--that old pain that refuses to go away.

Thing about pain, though, is that it makes her mean. Meaner? Meanest.]

You're his dealer.

I don't know, maybe. It doesn't really matter. Their excuse, I mean.

[He just doesn't think it's a good idea to hold out hope for that one person who wont be a total let down.]

Sure yer not puttin' expectations too high?

No, it doesn't. It'd be nice if they'd try harder instead of making those excuses.

If my bar were any lower, I wouldn't have any expectations at all. I tried that. It didn't work out.

Well, whatcha lookin' for? Never know, maybe I'll find it.

I don't think they care enough to try harder. Like, they only pretend to try just to string you along, you know?

...

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Yeah...

It's just, I don't know, easier not to wait for that one person who wont bring disappointment.

["They probably don't exist", is what he doesn't say.]

Edited 2014-06-30 04:53 (UTC)

I wish I'd learned that a little earlier. Only person you can trust is yourself... most of the time.

Guess you kind of have to learn the hard way. Or something.