[John stays still under Mystique's scrutiny - under Magneto's gentle, disapproving stare. He grits his teeth at the force in which the man grips his chin, feels his lip curl up in distaste and angry, awful shame.
The real Magneto - he might say the same thing, chastise John the exact same way. And he couldn't hate Mystique more for that.
He doesn't fight it when Madrox takes his gauntlets; he didn't have time to get attached to the scraps anyway. They were a pitying parting gift anyway. But the Zippo - his Zippo - that makes his eyes flash something fierce; he can't help but look beyond Magneto, where Polaris stand quietly.
Next to Kevin. The fucking kid, in Magneto's cabin. John's eyes widen as they lock with Kevin's. He sneers and it's not even a show of it - for all anyone knows the betrayal he feels filling him and writing itself across his face is that Kevin left without him. He turns back to Mystique, glances at his lighter in the bitch's hand.]
I want back in. Why the hell else would I be here?
Right? [John raises his voice here, pointedly, and turns a burning look over to Kevin.] Why don't you tell them why I'd want back in, Wither? Why don't you tell them how you up and left your only goddamned friend in that shithole without a heads up?
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The real Magneto - he might say the same thing, chastise John the exact same way. And he couldn't hate Mystique more for that.
He doesn't fight it when Madrox takes his gauntlets; he didn't have time to get attached to the scraps anyway. They were a pitying parting gift anyway. But the Zippo - his Zippo - that makes his eyes flash something fierce; he can't help but look beyond Magneto, where Polaris stand quietly.
Next to Kevin. The fucking kid, in Magneto's cabin. John's eyes widen as they lock with Kevin's. He sneers and it's not even a show of it - for all anyone knows the betrayal he feels filling him and writing itself across his face is that Kevin left without him. He turns back to Mystique, glances at his lighter in the bitch's hand.]
I want back in. Why the hell else would I be here?
Right? [John raises his voice here, pointedly, and turns a burning look over to Kevin.] Why don't you tell them why I'd want back in, Wither? Why don't you tell them how you up and left your only goddamned friend in that shithole without a heads up?