8 darted off to the side, pushing a similar looking construct in front of the man, though this one was obviously one that spoke.
The new chassis regarded Erik carefully before speaking.
*Ah, yes, hello. Sorry you got stuck with Doctor 8, we haven’t fixed his vocal transmitters yet. I’m Doctor 0.*
"And what is it exactly I’m speaking to, Doctor 0?" His tone was clearly that of irritation
Scott Summers used to be a respectable man. I never respected him myself, but at least he stood for something good and decent. I never would have expected spending time with you could poison his mind, but… apparently I was wrong.
I will never be your lesser, Erik. I will always be superior to you because I am better than you. I’ve managed to get past most of the hatreds I’ve ever had, save perhaps one. And my murderer will always be hated.
Tell me, what have I done to poison his mind? As I see it, I’m following his lead. Not the other way around.
I have forgiven many things, but that does not mean I will stop fight for mutant kind. You can think me evil all you wish but there will come a day when….No. There will not come a day of peace. We will continue to fight for the rest of eternity because mutants like you are perfectly okay with being lesser.
(I want to help you, but I can’t unless you’re attuned to radio frequencies… Doctor 0, please help me.)
[ The floating chassis backed away from the man, stopping to make sure he knew that he was leaving to fetch someone else. ]
Erik said nothing as he contemplated shattering the object before him. Time was of the essence though on the other hand. Time away from the team was usually pleasant.
Number one: I’m not your boy.
Number two: It’s hard to tell you’re being sarcastic because you always speak in that same over-lording tone of voice that no one cares about.
Number three: Fuck you.
Ever the eloquent speaker.
You are right, you are no more my son than Scott Summers. Except I have more faith in him.
I would not speak to you as a lesser when you some day stop acting like one.
I’ve had Avenger before, I think I’ll pass.
[ Doctor 8 glances around. The other scientists aren’t there to welcome the stranger. Uh oh. Not good. How did you politely tell someone that you couldn’t greet them without a vocal processor, when you just simply has none working?
His ocular monitors tip up towards each others sadly, the lower monitor displaying lips tilting slightly, trying his best to convey any kind of apology. ]
"And might I ask why I was sent to a mute? I mean no offense to you sir but when I seek information, I would like to know what I am being told."
Really? You’re - you’re really going to act like you don’t get it?
Oh I get it. That my boy, was called sarcasm.”
I would much prefer the latter. I like to pretend you’re not really my father.
Such harsh feelings.
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Thor muse is judging you s hard right now.