[John curls his lip slightly. Redundant, indeed. Mystique had told him, usually after he pulled some stupid shit that should have gotten him killed, that his first duty was to survive. He'd done that.
His gaze drifts away from the woman in front of him. The landscape rolling by is abruptly shifting from decayed to blandly middle class. There's a sharp memory of the first safe house he'd stayed in with the reforming Brotherhood. A brownstone in the middle of the suburbs. It had been such a departure from what he'd expected.
He looks at Esme again.] Me? Well, I like long walks on the beach, champagne cocktails and mutant supremacy. Are you telling me there's something that you don't know about me, girl scout?
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Date: 2018-02-04 03:12 am (UTC)His gaze drifts away from the woman in front of him. The landscape rolling by is abruptly shifting from decayed to blandly middle class. There's a sharp memory of the first safe house he'd stayed in with the reforming Brotherhood. A brownstone in the middle of the suburbs. It had been such a departure from what he'd expected.
He looks at Esme again.] Me? Well, I like long walks on the beach, champagne cocktails and mutant supremacy. Are you telling me there's something that you don't know about me, girl scout?