wolverst

haha what if you died encased in the substance that always symbolically and literally represented the thing that changed you from a person to a weapon. and what if the very first student you ever had when you became a teacher, which was always one of the only redeeming qualities you thought you ever had, used the skills you taught her to free your body from it. because she could tell the difference between where it stopped and you began. I'm going to be sick