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Because you're still here
Wolverine doesn't give up
If you do, what's it mean for the rest of us?
Those of us who have spent our entire lives fighting so we could have a place in the world? Any world?
You were a teacher, a mentor to mutant kids, someone we looked up to
The person we turned to when we needed someone to tell us to fight on
And you've seen what this world is doing to people like us. Maybe they're calling us metahumans, not mutants, but the concept is exactly the same
Wolverine doesn't give up
If you do, what's it mean for the rest of us?
Those of us who have spent our entire lives fighting so we could have a place in the world? Any world?
You were a teacher, a mentor to mutant kids, someone we looked up to
The person we turned to when we needed someone to tell us to fight on
And you've seen what this world is doing to people like us. Maybe they're calling us metahumans, not mutants, but the concept is exactly the same
What's it mean for our generation if the previous one just gives up?
It's never over, and you know that
As long as one of us is still breathing, we need to keep pushing through
Not just for us, but for every other kid who's coming into their mutation. Meta ability, whatever it is
You're alive, you're one of us, and you need to get back up and fight
It's never over, and you know that
As long as one of us is still breathing, we need to keep pushing through
Not just for us, but for every other kid who's coming into their mutation. Meta ability, whatever it is
You're alive, you're one of us, and you need to get back up and fight
[ He's in the middle of a Fantastic-catalysed OurPowers sweep when something catches his attention. Howlett - the lack of messaging history between them doesn't decide it either way, Logan's messages had come through anonymously the times they'd spoken digitally, but curiosity dictates he can't just leave it there. ]
You don't happen to go by Logan, do you?
You don't happen to go by Logan, do you?
[ It takes everything he has not to make some smart remark about how his name's right there on the message. That's not how you make friends, Stephen. ]
Dr. Stephen Strange. As I understand it, we share a multiverse.
[ Right, 'we share a multiverse' is a much more chill introduction. ]
Dr. Stephen Strange. As I understand it, we share a multiverse.
[ Right, 'we share a multiverse' is a much more chill introduction. ]
[Logan has done the whole time traveling for timelines, hopping through that bullshit set of hoops before so he's not even blinking an eye to multiverse. Especially not here after a bunch of X-Kids have touted around the same words. Even still, he is not going to make this easy for Strange. Sorry, bub.]
And?
And?
[Fucking miss him with the inspirational bullshit, how dare you, etc. He doesn't want to have this conversation soon to be fight but nonetheless, he's a grumpy old man and has little else to do right now. This, drink and sleep. It'll be time for the other two soon enough. And in a few days he'll still be annoyed that Julian's under his skin, that he can't scratch it all back out and that he'll be pulled like a magnet back into the whole fucking thing. Can't he just have a break? A little one? Maybe?]
That's the thing about generations, kid. They die off
I died off.
I want my promised fucking vacation
That's the thing about generations, kid. They die off
I died off.
I want my promised fucking vacation
When I was a sophomore, the Scarlet Witch said "no more mutants"
They called it M-Day
Over a million mutants lost their X-gene. Just like that. Done and over with.
I woke up at Xaviers to people panicking. To kids dead in the swimming pool, who used to live in the water. Fliers hitting dirt and dying.
We didn't even get to take a breather before Emma Frost was picking and choosing kids for the New X-Men.
People were celebrating. Every news channel was talking about how great it was. Mutants were abandoning their homes, lives they'd spent years building up.
Every kid at Xaviers who lost their X-gene was put on a bus to take them away from the school.
Someone fired a missile at that bus. I dug through the wreckage to try and find survivors, but they were all fucking gone.
We filled the schoolyard with gravestones.
I spent the next seven years getting thrown around from place to place, person to person. Emma, to Scott, to you, to Rogue, to whoever decided it was their turn to hog the spotlight and tell what was left of us what to do.
Seven fucking years for us to pull ourselves together again enough to exist without all the infighting, killing each other off, torturing each other, when everyone else in the world was plenty set on it already.
We beat death back home. Foley and the rest of the Five figured out how to store someone's psyche, create a new body for them, and put them into it.
But none of that matters because we're back to square one here. We're being called something different, and we're getting targeted all the same. Bad press will evolve into genocide, and I am not watching that happen again.
You're not dead here. You don't get a vacation. You need to get your ass in gear before I come over there and make you do it.
They called it M-Day
Over a million mutants lost their X-gene. Just like that. Done and over with.
I woke up at Xaviers to people panicking. To kids dead in the swimming pool, who used to live in the water. Fliers hitting dirt and dying.
We didn't even get to take a breather before Emma Frost was picking and choosing kids for the New X-Men.
People were celebrating. Every news channel was talking about how great it was. Mutants were abandoning their homes, lives they'd spent years building up.
Every kid at Xaviers who lost their X-gene was put on a bus to take them away from the school.
Someone fired a missile at that bus. I dug through the wreckage to try and find survivors, but they were all fucking gone.
We filled the schoolyard with gravestones.
I spent the next seven years getting thrown around from place to place, person to person. Emma, to Scott, to you, to Rogue, to whoever decided it was their turn to hog the spotlight and tell what was left of us what to do.
Seven fucking years for us to pull ourselves together again enough to exist without all the infighting, killing each other off, torturing each other, when everyone else in the world was plenty set on it already.
We beat death back home. Foley and the rest of the Five figured out how to store someone's psyche, create a new body for them, and put them into it.
But none of that matters because we're back to square one here. We're being called something different, and we're getting targeted all the same. Bad press will evolve into genocide, and I am not watching that happen again.
You're not dead here. You don't get a vacation. You need to get your ass in gear before I come over there and make you do it.
Edited 2023-05-25 05:12 (UTC)
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