[But isn't that what a hero does? Always the right thing? He's not complaining, granted (not as much as usual, at least), but he doesn't see those things as separate at all.
He, on the other hand, isn't a hero. The right thing just gets people hurt. The wrong people. It gets them labeled and persecuted and shot in the fucking head, in case no one cares to remember that. They deserve better.
And like fuck if he cares about any human who can't live up to that. The Professor X philosophy can wax poetic all it wants about peace and cooperation, but that works both ways, or it doesn't.
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He, on the other hand, isn't a hero. The right thing just gets people hurt. The wrong people. It gets them labeled and persecuted and shot in the fucking head, in case no one cares to remember that. They deserve better.
And like fuck if he cares about any human who can't live up to that. The Professor X philosophy can wax poetic all it wants about peace and cooperation, but that works both ways, or it doesn't.
And all he's ever seen? It doesn't.]
That isn't my name, Marie.
[He's pushing his luck. He knows it.
Fuck it.]