[That's a lot of shit to process. A fucked up metric ton of shit. He's no idea what to say, but finds his lips moving anyway.]

The X-men from my world... I was trying to join them. Most of you wouldn't give me the time of day. Colossus was trying. So he took me out on a mission. There was this kid. Russell. Firefist.

[Stupid fucking name.]

He was losing his shit at the orphanage where he was raised. Those mutant hating fucks were abusing him. And the police there were about to make him go back. Just slap a power restraining collar on him and send him right on back...

So, I shot one of those fucking pedophiles right in the head and the X-men let both of us get sent to the Ice Box. Do you know what happens when I get a power restraining collar put on me? I die. Slowly. Painfully.

[As much as he likes Colossus, that did really hurt. How easy it had been for him to allow that. Even if it had been what Wade wanted at the time.]

I don't want high minded morals.