[ Scott's silent for a moment after that question hits his ears. His gaze travels to their surroundings, in this foreign planet they all found themselves in, where they're somehow in a resort that'd be gone in a few days. Sucking in a breath, he lets it out in a small sigh, his focus still not turning to Clint when he speaks again. Life as a mutant is always fraught with danger. ]
You could say that. [ His brows knit together. ] They see as weapons. Dangerous. Too different, yes.
[ A beat. ] Uncontrollable is one of the words they usually use to describe us.
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You could say that. [ His brows knit together. ] They see as weapons. Dangerous. Too different, yes.
[ A beat. ] Uncontrollable is one of the words they usually use to describe us.