@shutteredsouls: [cont’d from here]
He continued walking away from John, the itch under his skin too hot to keep still. Shoving a couple items into a bag, he finally faced his friend with a determined look on his face. “I don’t know what you want me to say, John. Sorry? I’m not. That’s my child out there, and I’m going to do what it takes to make sure they’re safe.” Ever since the Hellfire Club had completely wrecked the Mutant Underground, Marcos had taken great care to make sure not to mention Lorna. It was still too raw to touch on, especially when it felt like everyone else had someone but him. His family was gone, corrupted. “I lied to you, fine. Wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. Are we done?”
John stared at Marcos for a long moment, taken-aback by the aggression in his response. He wasn’t surprised, exactly -- Marcos had been struggling in a pretty obvious way since Lorna left, and John hadn’t known how to reach out and help him. “I just want to know why,” the leader of the Underground told him, his voice full of forced calm. Getting into a fight with Marcos wasn’t going to solve anything. It would only make John feel worse, and leave the already-weak Underground with even more division.
“You know that I would do anything I could to help you make sure that baby is safe, Marcos. You’re my best friend-- and just because Lorna is lost right now, it doesn’t mean she’s always going to be. You don’t have to lie to me about these things.” It wasn’t clear if Marcos was listening or not, or even cared that John was talking. Sighing, he dragged a hand through his hair and shook his head in surrender. “Yeah, sure. Fine. We’re done. Go.”













