Well, if you're asking then obviously Charles didn't send you. [Her tone is pure bitterness. She steps back from the door to let him in; some of her neighbors are nosy. Once she has the door closed she draws a deep breath.]
When I came here, I was placed under a power restriction, same as you. No matter what happened my powers were not increased. I was kidnapped, I was beaten, I begged, I threatened, I was terrified all the fucking time, and yet the answer was always "no". No matter how badly I needed them for my own personal security.
I dealt with it. I didn't like it, but I recognized that all the other Inmates were under the same thing, and that none of us get special treatment.
[The lights are swinging more wildly now. Paint actually starts to flake from the ceiling.]
I'm still dealing with it.
But then some jackass came along and decided that one particular inmate should get special treatment. Should get all his powers back. He doesn't care if that's fair to me or the other Inmates. He doesn't give a shit about the fact that this guy has a multi-world history of bullying people with his powers. He gets the full compliment. The rest of us can go fuck ourselves.
[The vanity mirror cracks suddenly.]
I tried to convince myself that the two of you were nothing like the Lehnsherr and Xavier from my world, but I was wrong. You throw a fit about the power restrictions and he runs to your rescue like a clucking mum. Tries to get you special treatment. Thinks you should be spared what the rest of us, including your fellow mutants, have to go through.
You know, I used to wonder how Charles Xavier, supposedly a good guy, could stand by and watch while my father put me through that Hell. But he did. Year, after year, after year, and he did nothing. Now I know. Now I understand. You mean more to him than fairness, than Barge safety, than all the rest of us put together. He'll fucking let you get away with anything, here as there.
You're both too much like the men who ruined my life. Especially him. Of course I want nothing to do with you.
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When I came here, I was placed under a power restriction, same as you. No matter what happened my powers were not increased. I was kidnapped, I was beaten, I begged, I threatened, I was terrified all the fucking time, and yet the answer was always "no". No matter how badly I needed them for my own personal security.
I dealt with it. I didn't like it, but I recognized that all the other Inmates were under the same thing, and that none of us get special treatment.
[The lights are swinging more wildly now. Paint actually starts to flake from the ceiling.]
I'm still dealing with it.
But then some jackass came along and decided that one particular inmate should get special treatment. Should get all his powers back. He doesn't care if that's fair to me or the other Inmates. He doesn't give a shit about the fact that this guy has a multi-world history of bullying people with his powers. He gets the full compliment. The rest of us can go fuck ourselves.
[The vanity mirror cracks suddenly.]
I tried to convince myself that the two of you were nothing like the Lehnsherr and Xavier from my world, but I was wrong. You throw a fit about the power restrictions and he runs to your rescue like a clucking mum. Tries to get you special treatment. Thinks you should be spared what the rest of us, including your fellow mutants, have to go through.
You know, I used to wonder how Charles Xavier, supposedly a good guy, could stand by and watch while my father put me through that Hell. But he did. Year, after year, after year, and he did nothing. Now I know. Now I understand. You mean more to him than fairness, than Barge safety, than all the rest of us put together. He'll fucking let you get away with anything, here as there.
You're both too much like the men who ruined my life. Especially him. Of course I want nothing to do with you.