[ A beat. Would she know? She's obviously not from his future, but he's still adjusting to this concept of worlds. Universes. Timelines, he gets. He goes back, changes the past, a new one splits off. But it doesn't suddenly erase everything that made the world what it was. You still had mutants. You still had New York. Bagels. The usual. And if she's also from New Yorkā€”would she have heard of Xavier's Institute? Seen the protests on the news? Or is this...something else?
(Would she be casually buying cereal with him if she knew what he was?)
In the end, he lets the question slip by. ] Those potholes'll drive anyone crazy.
[ He can't remember the last time he rode through Westchester. The school's shut down. The graves are endless. So nah, this place isn't so bad. He still wants to go back to where he belongs. It doesn't matter that the world's gone to shit, that it might still be like that. That's where he's needed.
They reach the end of the aisles. The small freezer section sits in the corner. He pulls from it a bag of frozen peas. ] Found everything?
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(Would she be casually buying cereal with him if she knew what he was?)
In the end, he lets the question slip by. ] Those potholes'll drive anyone crazy.
[ He can't remember the last time he rode through Westchester. The school's shut down. The graves are endless. So nah, this place isn't so bad. He still wants to go back to where he belongs. It doesn't matter that the world's gone to shit, that it might still be like that. That's where he's needed.
They reach the end of the aisles. The small freezer section sits in the corner. He pulls from it a bag of frozen peas. ] Found everything?