No More Than Willing
He wears his face like armor and he tempers his eyes beneath heavy brows so his soul won't show through. It's protection, but it's a weapon as well.
I should know. He wounded me with his subterfuge.
He's getting better at concealing his disguises, building up so many different layers over who he is...what he is...that it's easy to be fooled, to believe that you've uncovered the final concealment. The Professor holds an image of him in his mind and believes it to be true. Peter does as well, although his idea of Wolverine is tinged with his own desires. They believe in two different men, neither of which exists.
We use him for our dirty work, for what needs doing even though it's distasteful, even when it may be wrong. We've convinced ourselves that there's no shame in what we ask, and there isn't...at least for us. He joined us willingly, and the choices he makes are his own.
He's our killer and he aims to please.
I couldn't tell you who Wolverine really is either. I know that as a lover, friend, antagonist...Phoenix...I've peeled back the layers a bit more deeply than the others. I was wrong to do so; there are things lurking within us all that no one should ever see, vulnerabilities and desires that are too private to share.
It wasn't just Wolverine's treachery that ultimately made me choose Scott. Betrayal and lies can be overcome with time; trust can be regained.
Fear, however, is another issue entirely.
He wears his face like armor and he tempers his eyes beneath heavy brows so his soul won't show through. It's protection, but it's a weapon as well.
I should know. He wounded me with his subterfuge.
He's getting better at concealing his disguises, building up so many different layers over who he is...what he is...that it's easy to be fooled, to believe that you've uncovered the final concealment. The Professor holds an image of him in his mind and believes it to be true. Peter does as well, although his idea of Wolverine is tinged with his own desires. They believe in two different men, neither of which exists.
We use him for our dirty work, for what needs doing even though it's distasteful, even when it may be wrong. We've convinced ourselves that there's no shame in what we ask, and there isn't...at least for us. He joined us willingly, and the choices he makes are his own.
He's our killer and he aims to please.
I couldn't tell you who Wolverine really is either. I know that as a lover, friend, antagonist...Phoenix...I've peeled back the layers a bit more deeply than the others. I was wrong to do so; there are things lurking within us all that no one should ever see, vulnerabilities and desires that are too private to share.
It wasn't just Wolverine's treachery that ultimately made me choose Scott. Betrayal and lies can be overcome with time; trust can be regained.
Fear, however, is another issue entirely.