The bottomless pit that was his stomach made way for a cold chill as she corrected him. Soldiers. He remembered, a few years ago, being kept to quarters by a watchful government because they, the X-Men, refused to register as part of the Mutant Registration Act. Sentinels had been used then, too, requisitioned to keep them chained under house arrest.
His mind buzzed with more and more questions as the implications of "Sentinels" milled around his mind, but he wasn't going to ask, not yet. He looked over to her again. noting the uniform more fully. No, this wasn't a uniform. It was clothing similar to the garb Rachel showed up with...from the future...where mutants were slaves and he'd supposedly betrayed them all.
"...l'enfer..." He took a breath and licked his lips. "I'm sorry, chere."
And the elevator chimed it's arrival, the doors sliding open and bathing them in it's warm, welcoming light.
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His mind buzzed with more and more questions as the implications of "Sentinels" milled around his mind, but he wasn't going to ask, not yet. He looked over to her again. noting the uniform more fully. No, this wasn't a uniform. It was clothing similar to the garb Rachel showed up with...from the future...where mutants were slaves and he'd supposedly betrayed them all.
"...l'enfer..." He took a breath and licked his lips. "I'm sorry, chere."
And the elevator chimed it's arrival, the doors sliding open and bathing them in it's warm, welcoming light.