“ WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? “ he spits, almost angrier for his own confusion. his fingers twitch toward his pocket, the weight of the lighter tucked away in it bumping against his thigh. his jaw clenches, teeth gritting as he laces his next words with as much venom as he can muster. “ you wanna shoot at some kids too, huh? that it? “ he’s not technically a kid, not anymore— but in comparison with all the people, all the government organizations that have targeted mutants, they’re not even people to them either, really. so, semantics. “ makes you all feel real good about yourselves, doesn’t it? especially when you know you’re not the ones with the power anymore. “
