[ he is gripping the threadbare sheet on the cot he's been given so hard that he thinks his fingernails might rip straight through the fabric like paper. ] Is that right. And you expect them to just allow you to shoot them up with whatever this might be. [ he's quieter than he feels he should be - he wants to scream at Shaw that of course it's their right, that his defense against a world of people who feel that humanity needs not be exterminated is wrong, everything's wrong wrong wrong.

but what can a man do whenever he's powerless and stuffed into a cell? ] A mutant without powers doesn't simply become human, no. [ he's quiet as he speaks, growing quieter the angrier he gets, practically murmuring -- Shaw would have to come closer, enter the cell if he really truly spoke. ] But you've crippled me, and you seem to have no moral qualms about doing so. [ his mind is swimming with fear about the permanence of their situation, and he's nearly wanting to shake his head in disbelief.

he can't go his entire life without it. not when he's lived his entire life thus far with it, relying on his connection with so many people to be his world; his way of living. ] You have no concept of love, my friend.