There's a half-smile that doesn't reach his colorless eyes.
Once upon a time he'd thought the world was good. That he could lean on his friends, his mentors, that family was more than blood. He'd stuck it out as long as he possibly could, hoping that being a healer would be enough. For once, that would be enough.
He's not nearly that naive anymore.
"I'm just doing what you taught me, man. You were always my favorite X-Man," he says mildly, something bitter under the words. Wiping his hands off on his uniform. Black and silver, a touch too close to his X-Force one to be a coincidence. "Figured you'd finally be proud."
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Once upon a time he'd thought the world was good. That he could lean on his friends, his mentors, that family was more than blood. He'd stuck it out as long as he possibly could, hoping that being a healer would be enough. For once, that would be enough.
He's not nearly that naive anymore.
"I'm just doing what you taught me, man. You were always my favorite X-Man," he says mildly, something bitter under the words. Wiping his hands off on his uniform. Black and silver, a touch too close to his X-Force one to be a coincidence. "Figured you'd finally be proud."