#comic tag.

learned a lot that night. about fear.

i wanna say goodbye. say anything.

but losing’s never been my policy.

good at a lot of things. apologies ain’t one of them.

all right. you got my attention. keep talking.

somewhere clean, somewhere cold.

i said get outta here!

you don’t know the weight i’ve carried, all i’ve stood for.

i’m sorry i scared you.

your actions have consequences for people other than yourself.

i ain’t alone, bub. i got you.

look at me. you are not a monster, you hear me?

make yourself at home best as you can.

my answer is always the same: eat this!

i’m okay. i’m just exhausted, hurt.

you and me, we’re gonna have us a conversation.

hey, bub.

we got a lot to do. can you get it together?

back off, kid. this is too deep for you.

so i’m going hunting.

a gift, little one. from a friend.

you won’t believe what you’ve missed.

i’m just gonna do what i do best.

a whole day. i went a whole damn day without doing that once.

you’re real. you’re really here.

did you sing to me?

we really look like hell.

healing’s not the problem. hurting’s the problem.

and when you’re safe, you’re soft.

peace at last. had to be something nuts like this.

sorry if i gave you nightmares.

i’m sorry, i – i didn’t know it was you.

looks like we got a little time.

we’re supposed to stand for something.

now it’s my turn.

i remember my whole life, everything.

and i got love for you. but you got it all wrong.

their choice, their funeral!

you say that like it’s supposed to mean something.

i’m going down to the corner for doughnuts.

leave that to me.

you mean surrounded by mutants. 

last piece. somebody’s loss is my gain.

i got better.  

okay, grownups. it’s beer o’clock.

i’m only gonna say this one time. it was an accident.

i wouldn’t do that, bub, if i were you.

let’s bust some heads.

it seems you didn’t get my meaning, friend.

i know what i should do. but what i feel? what i want?

it’s never gonna heal right. better pull it out before the wound closes around it.

you kill it dead.

that was close. almost too close.

i’m gonna stab you.

wanted you to hear it from me. i’m done.

everyone in the mutant community knows where it’s going.

i got the scent. i got the trail.

this way. we’re calling it a night.

coming here used to help me put away a lot of old regrets in my life.

i’m full of surprises.

you’ve got a much bigger problem on your hands.

i could. i just don’t wanna.

seen your kind before. you can’t love. you control.

you never turn your back in a fight.

no other exits.

talk is cheap, bub.

in the meantime, how are you handling this?

i told you, i’m not hungry. so you can stop asking.

but you’ll need to stay here at least a few days, until you get your strength back.

helping someone and “saving” them are two different things. 

hey. how are you feeling?

you’re a liar.

i’m sorry if you thought i was promising a perfect life.

you’ve been through quite a lot. it’s okay and totally normal to be sick of talking.

fight me! fight me!

i don’t know what to do. where to go. i don’t – i don’t know.

still feels like getting hit by a big truck.

you got heart, buddy.

it’s probably nothing. but it’s always better to be safe.

don’t follow me. don’t look for me.

i’m not great at all this emotion stuff.

you’re not alone. or at least you don’t have to be.

growing boys can’t live on coffee alone.

and you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.

for now, the best thing you can do is be patient.

i’m a big fan.

but you need to know, if we do this, there’s no going back.

would you mind sitting up, please? we’ve talked about this.

your “hero” can’t be trusted.

i know what it’s like. to be turned into something you’re not. to have your life stolen from you.

so do you want to talk about it? or continue to brood in silence?

hey, you know, sometimes adults get held up. i’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, though.

there are a lot of things that people tell us we’re “supposed” to do. but that doesn’t mean we have to.

i don’t want to talk to you. i don’t want to see you.

do you think there’s any chance of a late-night pizza?

hey, hey, it’s okay. we’ve all done things we’re not proud of.

i’ve been down that path. once you’re in that place, you just hate yourself so much that, you can’t imagine how anyone else could ever not hate you.

i trust you. and the more i can show you that, hopefully the more you’ll start to trust me.

you want me to “trust” you? then tell me the truth.

i was made into a weapon.

they were going to hurt you. bad.

all i’m saying is, this is a transition period and it’s okay that it’s uncomfortable.

why are you really doing all this? what do you get out of it?

i’m sick of talking.

you’ve got three seconds to come out! or i come and drag you out!

i don’t know who you think you are, kid, but no one else dies here.

we all build narratives. we tell ourselves stories about who we are. and who – one day – we’re going to be.

i’m doing what you said. finding time to clear my head. letting whatever comes back come back.

more like “embracing the power nap”.

looks like my eyes were bigger than my stomach. you hungry?

it won’t be forever. eventually, things will get better.

most of the time, things don’t work out that way. sometimes they go really wrong.