( listen. he doesn't remember the steps it took for him to get to that point in new york. where he drew the line. which isn't to say that julian doesn't believe he would, because with krakoa's downfall - it would be worth it actually. it's nothing new york hasn't been through before, and if it got them even a smidge closer to having back those wide open fields where all the gremlins could run around under the sky and not be terrified of sentinels massacring them? yeah. that'd have been worth throwing himself under the bus and playing at being a super villain.
the avengers are a touchier subject. quentin remembers their. . . recent help, julian remembers them in the institute after m-day. remembers all the times they've actively worked against them. them, as in all of them, even when they weren't even vaguely involved in any of the bullshit that had gotten their panties all up in a bunch. how many times have they been stuck in school facilities, watching others watch them, as if they were criminals just waiting to burst free from their classrooms to wreak havoc on the world?
but that's just it, isn't it. the problem isn't humans, or mutants, mutates - it isn't limited to one specific group, it's specific people across all of them. isolating mutants finally gave them a safe space to just be without interference, but it didn't save them. trying to live among everyone else didn't work out so well, either. there is no one answer to fix everything. no reasonable solution. no way to coexist in peace because someone is always going to be against it.
quire's holding out his arms as if for a hug and julian's spiraling down a line of what ifs that he knows aren't going anywhere. mourning a place he hasn't lost yet but knows he will lose. it is all shitty. everything is shitty. even when things weren't as shitty, they were on the cusp of becoming shitty, and julian's whole thing he'd said to jay, about him being pretty sure they were all just waiting for their turn to die at some point? not wrong. that things were better? apparently wrong. christ.
here he is, following along with aurora to better his chances of being able to save their world (and everyone else's) but it's all just fucked, isn't it.
it's fine. fine. it's been worse before.
not worse enough for quire to hold out his arms, actually. maybe this is the worst-case scenario. )
Juggernaut and it's not sketchy?
( it barely addresses anything, and it's the point. he's not leaning into quentin. intentionally not engaging with the avengers, or xavier. ignoring new york. latching onto the last two words he can put together in a way that it sounds about right and closer to a joke than anything because it's easier than trying to deal with everything else. )
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the avengers are a touchier subject. quentin remembers their. . . recent help, julian remembers them in the institute after m-day. remembers all the times they've actively worked against them. them, as in all of them, even when they weren't even vaguely involved in any of the bullshit that had gotten their panties all up in a bunch. how many times have they been stuck in school facilities, watching others watch them, as if they were criminals just waiting to burst free from their classrooms to wreak havoc on the world?
but that's just it, isn't it. the problem isn't humans, or mutants, mutates - it isn't limited to one specific group, it's specific people across all of them. isolating mutants finally gave them a safe space to just be without interference, but it didn't save them. trying to live among everyone else didn't work out so well, either. there is no one answer to fix everything. no reasonable solution. no way to coexist in peace because someone is always going to be against it.
quire's holding out his arms as if for a hug and julian's spiraling down a line of what ifs that he knows aren't going anywhere. mourning a place he hasn't lost yet but knows he will lose. it is all shitty. everything is shitty. even when things weren't as shitty, they were on the cusp of becoming shitty, and julian's whole thing he'd said to jay, about him being pretty sure they were all just waiting for their turn to die at some point? not wrong. that things were better? apparently wrong. christ.
here he is, following along with aurora to better his chances of being able to save their world (and everyone else's) but it's all just fucked, isn't it.
it's fine. fine. it's been worse before.
not worse enough for quire to hold out his arms, actually. maybe this is the worst-case scenario. )
Juggernaut and it's not sketchy?
( it barely addresses anything, and it's the point. he's not leaning into quentin. intentionally not engaging with the avengers, or xavier. ignoring new york. latching onto the last two words he can put together in a way that it sounds about right and closer to a joke than anything because it's easier than trying to deal with everything else. )