Topic #187: Relief, Vindication, or Revenge?
When Apocalypse fell, when Cable defeated him, I was not there.
The Legacy Virus had my full attention at the time. I was somewhere in--Croatia, I think it was, but I could be mistaken--and I did not see it happen, and it was indeed some time before the situation was made known to me.
I remember what I did when I heard of it, however.
I went outside and I looked up at the stars. I removed the layers upon layers of psychic guards I had constructed to hide my location from those who would seek to do me harm. While that admittedly encompasses quite a lot of individuals, foremost among them was my former Master.
It was a lovely night--I do remember that--and very cold. I had long since learned to school myself from noticing such trivial things, but I took a moment to feel the wind on my face, the cold lash against my hands. Everything looked much the same as it had the night before.
This was, of course, years before Rachel Grey returned my emotions to me. So I imagine the feeling was somewhat dulled by my engineered impassiveness, but I do recall it quite clearly. I do believe I smiled. Perhaps I laughed. I was capable of that, even then.
I know I went back inside, and had a bit of gin, and went to sleep. A lonely victory, to be sure, if victory is even the word for it. But I recall it well, that moment, and it never fails to please me to think on it.
One day I should like to ask Cable about it, if I thought he was of a mind to speak of such things. I would like to know what happened, precisely, for my own satisfaction.
Having said that, I am entirely certain he would withhold such information, based solely on the fact it would please me to hear it. So I likely shall never know the how's and why's of it, but it is enough, for me, to know that it was done.
The Legacy Virus had my full attention at the time. I was somewhere in--Croatia, I think it was, but I could be mistaken--and I did not see it happen, and it was indeed some time before the situation was made known to me.
I remember what I did when I heard of it, however.
I went outside and I looked up at the stars. I removed the layers upon layers of psychic guards I had constructed to hide my location from those who would seek to do me harm. While that admittedly encompasses quite a lot of individuals, foremost among them was my former Master.
It was a lovely night--I do remember that--and very cold. I had long since learned to school myself from noticing such trivial things, but I took a moment to feel the wind on my face, the cold lash against my hands. Everything looked much the same as it had the night before.
This was, of course, years before Rachel Grey returned my emotions to me. So I imagine the feeling was somewhat dulled by my engineered impassiveness, but I do recall it quite clearly. I do believe I smiled. Perhaps I laughed. I was capable of that, even then.
I know I went back inside, and had a bit of gin, and went to sleep. A lonely victory, to be sure, if victory is even the word for it. But I recall it well, that moment, and it never fails to please me to think on it.
One day I should like to ask Cable about it, if I thought he was of a mind to speak of such things. I would like to know what happened, precisely, for my own satisfaction.
Having said that, I am entirely certain he would withhold such information, based solely on the fact it would please me to hear it. So I likely shall never know the how's and why's of it, but it is enough, for me, to know that it was done.