[Scott mumbles, the words barely audible and clearly not meant to be heard. It's just bitter grumbling from a teenager that thinks the world is against him. Probably not a fair assumption to make of the other mutants, but he lets that sudden flare of anger run its course, the familiar irritation spiking before leaving his body and contributing to the momentary silence between them.
....
Nate's still feeling awkward and unsure himself, isn't he? He can see that now, especially after that earlier admittance. All of this really is weird to him. He wasn't fibbing about that, not that Scott really thought so, but the silence really hammers it in. It feels like a true mimicry of how he's feeling.
Oh and that's bombshell--]
What? You were created? [Kind of like Sophie? Except Nate isn't a clone, but he still thinks about her as he looks up at Nate with a parted mouth, fully surprised. The whole mention of him being a weapon only further solidifies his thoughts. And just like that time, a running thought of what the fuck repeats in his mind.] By my-- his DNA and someone else's?
[Who is the other person and he wants ask that, kind of, but something else blurts out from him--] That's fucked up. You're not a weapon!
[...Some sudden defensive anger from Scott, but for once, on behalf of another mutant here.]
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[Scott mumbles, the words barely audible and clearly not meant to be heard. It's just bitter grumbling from a teenager that thinks the world is against him. Probably not a fair assumption to make of the other mutants, but he lets that sudden flare of anger run its course, the familiar irritation spiking before leaving his body and contributing to the momentary silence between them.
....
Nate's still feeling awkward and unsure himself, isn't he? He can see that now, especially after that earlier admittance. All of this really is weird to him. He wasn't fibbing about that, not that Scott really thought so, but the silence really hammers it in. It feels like a true mimicry of how he's feeling.
Oh and that's bombshell--]
What? You were created? [Kind of like Sophie? Except Nate isn't a clone, but he still thinks about her as he looks up at Nate with a parted mouth, fully surprised. The whole mention of him being a weapon only further solidifies his thoughts. And just like that time, a running thought of what the fuck repeats in his mind.] By my-- his DNA and someone else's?
[Who is the other person and he wants ask that, kind of, but something else blurts out from him--] That's fucked up. You're not a weapon!
[...Some sudden defensive anger from Scott, but for once, on behalf of another mutant here.]