Post by Warren Worthington III on Dec 2, 2007 6:15:38 GMT
> " Was he killed in the explosion?"
Warren shakes his head. "No… I know that much. He contacted me after the – afterwards. I…" he stops, unable to finish that sentence, and tries again. "You have to understand, I was – " he stops again, unwilling to plead for absolution he’s not convinced he deserves.
Intellectually, he knows he’d been in shock, unresponsive, practically dead himself; he knows it’s ridiculous to hold himself accountable for what he did during those years. Hell, he’d spent over forty months still hearing Josh’s voice in his thoughts, convinced that his husband had somehow survived the explosion as some kind of creature of pure telepathic force. He’d tried to kill himself sixteen times, and it had taken the combined resources of one of the most powerful groups of mutants in the world to stop him. The fact that he rejected his own son doesn’t make him a horrible person, and he knows that.
But of course knowing that doesn’t change anything. It certainly doesn’t change the fact that Nathan has never talked to him again, and he’s had no success in tracking the boy down. Except, of course, ‘boy’ is the wrong word. Nate would be almost 20 now.
> " What else can you tell me about him? What was he like? What was I like? You said that I helped Nathan learn how to control his powers… but my telekinesis is much stronger. Does that change? Not to insult you guys or anything, but this world blows. "
"I… he…" Warren’s forcefield flares to life, as if he could somehow protect himself from the questions, and the memories, and the shame of both. "I’m sorry, I just – I can’t do this anymore. I… I just can’t." He half-runs, half-flies toward the exit.
Warren shakes his head. "No… I know that much. He contacted me after the – afterwards. I…" he stops, unable to finish that sentence, and tries again. "You have to understand, I was – " he stops again, unwilling to plead for absolution he’s not convinced he deserves.
Intellectually, he knows he’d been in shock, unresponsive, practically dead himself; he knows it’s ridiculous to hold himself accountable for what he did during those years. Hell, he’d spent over forty months still hearing Josh’s voice in his thoughts, convinced that his husband had somehow survived the explosion as some kind of creature of pure telepathic force. He’d tried to kill himself sixteen times, and it had taken the combined resources of one of the most powerful groups of mutants in the world to stop him. The fact that he rejected his own son doesn’t make him a horrible person, and he knows that.
But of course knowing that doesn’t change anything. It certainly doesn’t change the fact that Nathan has never talked to him again, and he’s had no success in tracking the boy down. Except, of course, ‘boy’ is the wrong word. Nate would be almost 20 now.
> " What else can you tell me about him? What was he like? What was I like? You said that I helped Nathan learn how to control his powers… but my telekinesis is much stronger. Does that change? Not to insult you guys or anything, but this world blows. "
"I… he…" Warren’s forcefield flares to life, as if he could somehow protect himself from the questions, and the memories, and the shame of both. "I’m sorry, I just – I can’t do this anymore. I… I just can’t." He half-runs, half-flies toward the exit.
