Oh, I understand how people would have seen me. She made that more than clear. You act as if I'm not used to that. I don't care about that.

[He does, though; it hurts that this is his legacy, a treasonous madman, some angry lone voice in the wilderness. It hurts that every attempt he's ever made at making things right has only made him more hated. It hurts that the only one who's ever understood why is the person who made him like this in the first place.]

I want-- well, I want back off this frakking ship, frankly, but I know that much is even out of the realm of mutants and mind control. [He's quiet for a second, still radiating anger and tension, but seriously considering the question.] I wanted justice. And I wanted an advocate. No one knows the truth more than you do. No one knows more about me than you do.