"A-ange? You okay cher?" The auburn haired mutant asked with genuine concern.
Warren was not crying as Remy had thought, but was holding back a laugh which at that moment burst forth from his thin lips. "Am I okay? Boy, you really are as stupid as Rogue said."
The Cajun was confused and slightly taken aback by this. What did Rogue have to do with any of this, and had Warren really just called him stupid? "W-what's going on, Ange?" He questioned, his voice was now quiet with fear.
The winged mutant sighed, the last of his laughter subsiding, "I'm perfectly fine, in fact, fantastic. Before your little Southern brain fries, I'll explain. See, I never loved you at all, I pretended to, it was Rogue's idea really. Since you finally wised up to her tricks and left her for good, I offered to help her torment you further, being that we both hate you and all." Warren paused to measure the other man's expression, satisfied with the tear filled eyes, he continued, "Did you really think that I was a faggot, or that I'd fall in love with some whore? Hah! You were an easy lay and you bent to my will with no resistance, that's all. You never meant anything to me."
Remy's tears were now falling freely; his left hand was clutching his shirt where his heart was while his right subconsciously charged a playing card in his pocket. "Remy. Ain't. No. Whore," He finally said, through clenched teeth and sent the charged card flying at Warren's right wing where it exploded on contact. He dashed out of the room before he could hear the agonized screaming and cursing coming from the once beloved Angel.
Logan was strolling down the halls of the mansion, chomping on an unlit Cuban cigar, when the Cajun ran smack into his broad chest with a thud. "Woah there, kid, watch where yer going," He grunted, side stepping the distraught younger man.
"Desole, Logan," Remy muttered under his breath, his eyes were focused on the ground so Logan could not see his teary eyes. Unfortunately the stench of despair and charred flesh hung around him like death, of this they were both painfully aware.
"You alright, Rems?" The feral cast a quick glance over his teammate, he saw no obvious wounds.
Remy tensed for a moment, realizing the Wolverine's sensitive nose had picked up the scent of burning flesh, "Oui," he lied, hurrying off before he could be questioned further. Logan was left confused, his brow furrowed with concern. He would find out what had happened later that night, he decided, as he continued his walk.
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