? Ye jolly disclaimer: Owneth no part of Marvel hath I. For yea I Do claim now
Witnesses alike that I hath no power of attorney, and thus to deprave me of my
Goldfish tis verly I say, not worth trouble to be of any measure. Yer 'ol' pal, The Bud.
"Reflected Wrongs."
"Il dans a la tass."
"He replaces his cup."
"Il fume."
"He smokes."
" I want my like back!" I yell into his smug, collected and familiar face.
"Mais Non!" Is the answer I receive back. " Cest la Vive!, Leci mon Vive."
"This answer only infuriates me more. The man is right. It is his life. I gave
it up long ago. I was a thief long ago and paid my price.
" Do you know how you've ruined me?" I yell. "I joined de X-Men! What more do
you want from me! How many times de Remy nearly die for people he don' know?"
I get no answer. Just a sly smile and the perceived judgement of "How many people
You kill dat you don't know."
He's right once again. How can I ever even start to set those wrongs right.
"You don't have no right to judge me!" I scream. " You just as much a sinner as I
am!"
I know this to be true. I watched what dis man has done in his lifetime in my
nightmares. Sleep seldom comes easy to me because I see dis all night.
" Some people forgive me!" I state. " Rouge, she loves me. What about you?"
This time I have the upper hand. I watch as a tear falls slowly from one eye
And quickly be wiped away with a worn and finger less leather glove. But it's
Futile. He will always win and I will be stuck looking into mirrors the rest of my
Life trying to forgive myself.
"Ca me tu!"
"It's killing me."