John gave him an easy shrug. A very practiced easy shrug. "Well, they had to make sure I couldn't burn my way out of the courtroom," he offered, sounding like it was only reasonable to do that to him, like on some level that was how things went in wars. "So they cured me, and then it wore off, and the justice system realised they kind of fucked me over, so."
His jaw was tight as he spoke, and for all that he'd talked it over before with his therapist in more abstract terms, he'd never really admitted to anyone just how violated the whole experience had left him feeling - and yet how he accepted it as well. He was the tactician, the fighter, Magneto's lieutenant (in a long line of them). He'd gotten his ass kicked, and justly so.
"Well," John started, and the roughness of his voice was clear even to him, pressing his lips together to take a moment before he could continue: "I'm gonna be selfish, though, which is something I still excel at. Do you know who saved my life? I should have died on Alcatraz, I didn't. I never got to thank whoever. Thought it might have been you," he finished with a lame shrug and chugged some more beer. Anything to stop himself from looking.
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His jaw was tight as he spoke, and for all that he'd talked it over before with his therapist in more abstract terms, he'd never really admitted to anyone just how violated the whole experience had left him feeling - and yet how he accepted it as well. He was the tactician, the fighter, Magneto's lieutenant (in a long line of them). He'd gotten his ass kicked, and justly so.
"Well," John started, and the roughness of his voice was clear even to him, pressing his lips together to take a moment before he could continue: "I'm gonna be selfish, though, which is something I still excel at. Do you know who saved my life? I should have died on Alcatraz, I didn't. I never got to thank whoever. Thought it might have been you," he finished with a lame shrug and chugged some more beer. Anything to stop himself from looking.