"Well, y'know what? Y'all can keep that lil' fun fact a' yours. 'Cause knowin' me n' my luck? I'm totally dyin' n' that's it. Game over. Ain't no second chance 'r nothin'." If one didn't count his clones, that is. Though the odds of the original Billy surviving weren't great if more than two of his duplicates were killed back to back. Even those sick fucks during the fun testing times of his early HIVE days knew they'd probably permanently lose their multi man subject if they pushed for eliminating a third one in a row. Two broke him enough.
"... Ya heal. So descriptive, thanks, bud." Oh, how the sarcasm drips from his words. "I heal fast too, but ain't nothin' like what I just saw, that's for sure. All dumb quick n' whatnot." What a benefit to have such an abilityâthough he could think of a few instances where it may not be the best actually, like getting shot and the bullet still still being lodged wherever. Unlucky. "Slade gives me the heebie jeebies. Ain't ever actually dealt with him full on, but I'm good." He did not need that sort of trouble, that's for sure.
"Sooo, ya gotta think; since ya xeno's a bitch ta find, is it really worth it drop lil' ol' me in the harbor then? Hmm... Decisions, decisions, X." Billy shoots a grin the villain's way as he's now sat next to him on the couch. Texting pictures of silly decor was one thing, getting and leaving it within the his apartment was another, and much funnier. That would truly be a one way ticket into the drink, not even via teleporting, but by X literally throwing him in the water himself.
Partial lore spoken and it came relatively easily for him to do so. Of course his life story didn't begin or end with the fall of the Brotherhood, the freezing, or the depressing aftermath that followed; no, no there were plenty of other fun times that occurred, just like how it was for X, surely.
Alcohol or not, he had a feeling at some point X would probably hear about whatever else decided to slip out from his usually open mind and mouth, even though harder topics were a struggle to discuss since he himself didn't even think about them much anymore. It wasn't an issue though. He was fine.
Though X talking about HIVE and their participation within other fucked up activitiesâthe duplicator wasn't surprised at all. The Academy was just a branch-off to see how many lonely, impressionable, desperate metagened children could be gathered to form an army to fight their battles. So of course it wasn't shocking that the experiment X was part of was by their dirty hands.
Nonetheless, Billy felt for him, could commiserate with him in regard to the pain inflicted by the same organization, albeit in different ways. He took all previous words in and sat with them for a moment, sat with the remembrance of a past life long gone but still forever affected by it. Not even just him, but anyone in similar shoes, whether it be old teammates or X. A breath exits his nose, soft yet sharp enough to cut through the silence.
"They fuckin' suck." Finally said with a slightly irritated tone. "'least ya didn't actually die n' 'nstead got some sorta 'nhancements in return. Hope for your sake, n' theirs, honestly, they never find out ya actually 'live. Seems like that'd be a pain in the ass ta deal with." One more group to run from. "I get it more now though, the whole getup n' mask n' hidin' n' all that. Seems like ya gotta lot at stake for y'self. Gotta lot ta lose."
Beginning to talk about HIVE and their instances with them made those specific thinking cogs in his head slowly turn after years of collecting dust. The multiplier couldn't help but wonder; he definitely did see X in some capacity during those end times of the Brotherhood, but considering the number of desperate recruits and how he didn't know the other villain at all back then, Billy didn't recall to what extent he was actually involved. He was actually surprised at himself for only remembering and realizing any of this now.
"Werentchu recruited by the Brotherhood with a buncha others when all a' that nonsense was goin' on? Pretty sure I r'member seein' ya 'round once 'r twice." Asked genuinely and neutrally. "So much B.S. was happenin' with the whole final showdown thang, 'specially with m' own damn team, that I got no idea who was there n' who wasn't." Left in the dust by Jinx. Yeah, that still hurt. "So, what happened witchu then? Clearly ya didn't get turned inta a popsicle like me."
