[He's not as attuned to the distress of Rogue as he would be someone else. Someone he was closer to. But the similarities. The table. The restraints. The cold stares -- looking at you like you're something beneath concern. Beneath their compassion. Like you were just a thing.]
[He can feel it start. Feel the threads of panic and the familiar tint of purple taking over his dream. The people of her mind, of her memory, giving out clipped orders in a language he doesn't understand, phantom pains in an arm, in what arm they took it...]
[He screams.]
[Things are dripping from the ceiling. Bubbling like the poor man's arm in her dream. There are whispered words and remembered cheering crowds and you will be our weapon in a promise as if it's going to save the world...]
[Somewhere, he reaches out. Blindly. For anyone - for her. Metal fingers grasping for the mind he can feel. Someone has to stop this.]
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[He's not as attuned to the distress of Rogue as he would be someone else. Someone he was closer to. But the similarities. The table. The restraints. The cold stares -- looking at you like you're something beneath concern. Beneath their compassion. Like you were just a thing.]
[He can feel it start. Feel the threads of panic and the familiar tint of purple taking over his dream. The people of her mind, of her memory, giving out clipped orders in a language he doesn't understand, phantom pains in an arm, in what arm they took it...]
[He screams.]
[Things are dripping from the ceiling. Bubbling like the poor man's arm in her dream. There are whispered words and remembered cheering crowds and you will be our weapon in a promise as if it's going to save the world...]
[Somewhere, he reaches out. Blindly. For anyone - for her. Metal fingers grasping for the mind he can feel. Someone has to stop this.]
[Someone, please...]