( Sinister's words are wrong. Declaring who he is right here and now and how he won't be a weapon for anyone's fight or war more or less cements that. The madman can think what he wants β spew as much vitriol and fallacies until he's blue in that pale face of his, but. So long as he remains alive, even with his powers destroying him from within, he won't let anyone claim him in the name of war. Not Apocalypse. Not Sinister. Not Xavier. No one.
It's in that moment he blinks back those tears β lifts his gaze up to meet Jean's then and, staring to her hand again, gently takes her fingers with his, breath soft on his lips. )
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It's in that moment he blinks back those tears β lifts his gaze up to meet Jean's then and, staring to her hand again, gently takes her fingers with his, breath soft on his lips. )
Where do we go from here then?