[His breathing is a bit laboured on the other end. He can't agree with this. He can't. But she's right, it's not mutation, she's not from his world - this is all just the residual effect of that vision eating at him. All he can imagine are the lines of mutants like Rogue, waiting to let humans neutralize them and pat them on the head for being good little freaks, while proud mutants are being stripped of their identity.]
Think what you want. Do what you want. Just don't come to me if you wind up paralyzed.
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Think what you want. Do what you want. Just don't come to me if you wind up paralyzed.