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[A shake of the head, and Kurt considers leaving it at that, but:] He.. died, in the last battle of the first war. A lot of our people died as well, because of him. [Most of them Piotr and Kitty's students, too young to be on the field now that Erik had that luxury. Piotr left them for dead, and they'd all paid for it when Paige came home.

He blinks, forcing his mind away from those memories.] Ah, good. I wouldn't want to burden you with my dreams.

[Adding a soft laugh to make it a joke, he turns the movement into a dip of the head, intending to brush a kiss across one of her temples.] I don't think so. People are interesting when their guards are down. [He pauses, then adds:] Though, I have seen what I would've been in another world.

[She considers this.] Died because of him... Did he fuck up, or did he become a not so nice person?

[Snort. Burdened.] I'm tough as hell, Kurt. [She needs a few more burdens.]

[Aww, and that kiss is nice. No one else is around right now, so it's okay to get a bit goopy too. She grins, reaching over to give his hand a little squeeze.] Really different? What was it like?

He fucked up. [He pauses, a couple of muscles around his mouth twitching.] I--it's more Kitty's story to tell, if she feels the need. He was still her husband at the time. ['--when he killed her in a rage.' Keeping his expression from turning cold with the rage that sits in his stomach is harder than he expected, even with trying to remember the days when Piotr was his friend.]

I know, that's what I like about you. Well, one thing I like.

[He squeezes her hand, something in the set of his shoulders relaxing at the easy affection. The effect is skewed when he snorts derisively.] The man was a god-damn priest. Well, he was dead when I went there, but before that he was a priest. [A while before that, and he's focusing on that to hide how unnerving it was to see his own autopsy photos.]

Okay. [She accepts this. She's not going to press. Though she does ask:] Is this something I should ask Kitty about, or would that just mean I was being nosy about something that isn't my business and it would just upset her for no good reason? [She'll trust Kurt's assessment of that one.]

[Aww, . he likes things about her. Multiple things. That gets a blush to go with the smile.]

What kind of priest? [Wow, that seems really... Different.] That sends really different. That's... Wow. How did you see that?

[He glances down, studying the sketch of himself as he considers. It really is very good.] Ask only if a man calling himself Piotr or Colossus shows up. Preferably as part of keeping her as far away from him as you can without getting yourself hurt. [Quickly, he adds:] Piotr was called Colossus because he could turn himself into seven and a half feet of organic metal. The only person on this ship I'd feel half comfortable meeting him head on is our captain.

[That blush is adorable. He wants to kiss it, but since they're in a dubiously public area he settles for brushing the spade of his tail against a cheek.]

Catholic. [He can't keep the sneer off his face or the derision from his voice, though both are fleeting. Kurt's hatred of religion has dulled since his younger years to a strong distaste.] There.. some of our worst criminals escaped from our world to theirs. I was sent to track them down and either execute them, or bring back the ones with useful skills. I'd have rather killed the lot, but. When I was in that world, I worked with a sub-group of their world's X-Men.

[Wrath nods. Hopefully she'll be able to remember this--no, better, she'll make a note of it in that diary of hers Charles has had her keeping. This seems like a thing it's important to remember.] Understood.

[That, too, gets a little grin. She's got a lot of fondness for his tail already. She's seen people in Proles with body mods and sculpts that include tails, so it didn't bother her to begin with, but it seems so much more natural to him, probably because he's had it all his life. Part of him that really reflects what he's feeling as opposed to a best guess by medtechs or a careful fashion statement. Unconsciously there. She tilts her face a little toward it as well.]

Catholic... [With the air of someone trying to remember what exactly that is. Her only real encounter with religion had been the sort of bleed off from General Ravani, who was some brand of asteroid belt Methodist. And as far as she could tell, religion just sort of involved really good greenbean casseroles.] What kind of casseroles do Catholics make?

[It makes sense in her head, Kurt, promise.]

Okay. I'm glad you were able to complete your mission successfully. It sounds... difficult.

[Wrath's genuine joy at his body is one of the reasons he keeps seeking her out. Even among other mutants, his hands with their too few fingers make his touch alien. Between those who were driven off by his differences and the ones who liked him just for those differences, she's a comfortable and reassuring neither. It makes him comfortable enough to, say, cup her cheek in the flat of his tail like it were the palm of his hand. That's the best description he can give as to how it feels to him.

And then she asks that.] I--was? [His voice wavers with repressed laughter as he blinks at Wrath. Then he looses the battle against laughter completely, his entire face brightening as he doubles over.] I have no--casseroles?! [Picturing Saint Wagner presiding over a bake sale in full ceremonial robe sets him off into a peal of what are entirely manly sounds of laughter and not hysterical giggling.]

[It's really nice. It makes her feel cared for, all warm and happy. She should probably be on guard about crossing the line into some kind of relationship thing where she's just going to hurt Kurt and make him feel bad, but it's hard to not drink it all in when she always feels so starved for affection. Hopefully it's okay. It's hard to tell, she's not too good at this stuff. But it's such a sweet gesture, so very him.

Okay but why is he laughing. It's a super cute laugh, but... Confused smile here.]

Um? What do Catholics do if they don't do casseroles?

[She wants to understand!]

[He's really not one to ask about boundaries; Kurt's are generally based mostly on those of the people around him. A few things are off-limits, like the patch of red fur on his face, but otherwise he's more than happy to soak up whatever physical affection he's offered. It's just that, between growing up locked away and then spending the rest of his life in a war, he never really learned how to ask for it.]

Worship an omnipotent hypocrite. [His laughter subsides, in part because he's realized she's honestly confused.] They.. most of my experiences with them have been brief and hostile. [That's one way of putting 'they tried to sacrifice me as a child.'] They're a sect of a larger Abrahamic religion that worships an omnipotent god and the son he fathered, who was really a part of his soul. I think. The evil figure was supposed to look like an angel, but as the religion grew to absorb aspects from pagan religions, that changed. Their evil figure became something that looked like me, but red and with horns. That's why sometimes I call myself Satan in blue fur.

[Wrath leans against Kurt a little as he talks, just listening and trying to make sense of the ideas. God isn't anything that's really ever figured into her world; if she ever had a religion or was raised that way, it's gone now. The idea of the spiritual realm is in a big box of things that are above her paygrade, are things she doesn't need to concern herself with. So it all sounds very strange, that people could be so taken with these ideas that they would hurt Kurt. She can read between the lines there.]

I... Don't really understand that, but I don't think religion makes sense to me? But...

[Huh.]

General Ravani told me once that she was named after a devil? Hob. And the previous commander. Nick.

And I guess the sins are a religious thing? That's how the seven platoons were named. I'm Wrath.

[She's not sure what the point is, but it feels like something worth noting. Maybe Kurt will know what to make of it.]

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[Kurt wraps an arm around her shoulders, keeping the touch light for the sake of her back. He improvises by gently squeezing the bicep his hand's curled around.]

Doesn't to me either, especially with the world I came from. People who can look around at that world and still believe in a benevolent being in the sky.. [He's going to be polite and cut himself off now. Wrath should be very glad his temper has mellowed with age, or he'd be ranting for the next ten minutes.]

Hmm. Ja, Old Hob and Old Nick were names for the devil. Old Nick was a saint, too.. [When she mentions the sin and the naming traditions of the platoons, Kurt nods.] I'd wondered, when you introduced yourself. You're right, too; Wrath, Lust, Gluttony.. Acedia? Wait, no I think that was an older one. [He shrugs with his free shoulder.] My knowledge is contained to what I could use to taunt priests, and I grew out of that years ago. Mostly.

[That's... really nice. The arm around the shoulders. She wishes people would do that more often, but she knows she has problems being clingy, and it's dumb. So she's grateful that Kurt's indulging her.]

Maybe that's why it's not a thing on my planet. Like after the war and the bioweapon plague... yeah. People just party a lot. [Makes sense to her.]

Wrath, Envy, Avarice, Lust, Gluttony, Pride, and Sloth. [She could recite them in her sleep.] Envy was my partner. Octavian. Combat partner. Not the other kind.

[Kurt taunting priests. Gosh. She laughs and pokes him lightly.] That's not nice. Then again, if people aren't nice to you, fuck 'em.

[Meanwhile he's absently tracing the line of her upper arm with his fingers, or at least a section of it over and again. The urge to take her to lay down is strong; not to seduce her, though he would exactly protest, but the stronger desire right now is just to hold her, touch her skin and feel her touching his fur.]

Religion didn't much make it through the first war in mine, either. Erik, my team's leader, still celebrated some of the holidays, but for him it was cultural. He was from a religion whose people had been the target of a genocide, earlier in the century. I think he stopped believing then, but it was important his son knew his heritage.

[He listens, humming a soft acknowledgement when she explains her relationship to Envy.] Platoons named after sins and generals named after the devil. I suppose I can't talk; my code-name was Nightcrawler and when I formed a team I named it after a bullet.

[He chuckles, twitching away from the poke and then moving right back where he was.] I wasn't nice. I'm still not, I'm just nice to you.

[That makes her shiver in a very pleasant way. North never even really touched her like that. He hadn't been all that cuddly.]

Is your Erik the same as the Erik here? The one here is super cool. He could like rp my skeleton out of my body if he wanted to, isn't that awesome? [Erik has obviously impressed her. She's not in the last intimidated, just excited to know yet another person with cool powers.] ... Wait I guess it can't be the same one, because Charles told me they can't have kids because they live in the dark ages.

Well like the naming tradition for us is really old? My mobile infantry division is the Ghost Wolves, and before we were planetary army it was a colonial marine division for like a couple centuries. Anyway... Nightcrawler is an awesome name! What kind of bullet did you name your team after?

[Pffff he's plenty nice. People just say stuff like that because they don't want others to know they're nice. It's hurfdurf.]

[Kurt pauses with a glance at her face to check that shiver was a good reaction. Seeing that it was (or at least nothing to contest the point) he continues, his tail sliding down to loop companionable around her waist.]

Very like the one I knew, but much younger. The Erik in my world had at least thirty years on this one. [And now he's just going to blink at her, ignoring the hard twist in his stomach because surely he's jumping to conclusions.] ..Was? Why would they be having children? Do you mean that they can't take in any, because that's not the impression Xavier gave me. Every conversation, he mentions his school.

Nightcrawler is a worm! My team started calling me that after a bait maneuver that I was always the one to pull off. [When he was younger than the other Kurt here.] Ghost Wolves is much better. I.. named it after bullets for a .44 Calibre that I'd carved Xs on. I thought I was being funny.

[Definitely likes that. He gets a quick smile, a little happy wiggle against him.]

Um. No? Like. Okay when I come from babies come out of uterine replicators because it's way safer and less gross than people who have uteruses being pregnant, right? But also that means homosexual couples can have kids too, which is so great, because they can combine the genetics in the lab before the babies go in the replicators! And I guess they don't have uterine replicators when they're from so it's all. Um. Just like body births? Which is like the fucking dark ages! It's awful. And Charles said also people don't approve so it's even worse, which I don't even understand. Like. Um. How could two or three or four or whatever people of whatever gender or non-gender being in love and having families be upsetting, it's not like it's anyone else's business as long as they're all consenting adults and take care of each other and any kids they might decide to have. Relationships are weird and awful enough that anyone who can actually make them work should be able to, right?

[She has opinions, and all of this seems very logical to her.]

...oh, that's cool, though. Nightcrawler sounds way neater than a worm, but it's a fun story.

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[That's a shame, because Kurt's hand begins to slow as she rambles. In the beginning it's mostly surprise that technology like that is used for good purposes; he'd heard rumors McCoy had rigged up something similar in his laboratory of horrors, to take the untrustworthy human equation out of things, both in terms of keeping the unborn alive and having easy access to tweak before their unfortunate birth. Too many of the machines the X-Men had taken from the ruins of Apocalypse's strongholds had been far beyond their ken, but there had been holding tubes that could have supported fetal development. Jean had confirmed having eggs harvested from her when she was held captive, but they'd taken samples of everything when she was being processed for the breeding pits. And if McCoy'd had that technology--if Sinister had that technology, as they suspected, why keep the pits at all? (He knows why.)

His hand stops entirely when she shifts onto the topic of relationships, his brain flat refusing to parse any of it. Not even refusing to believe Wrath's anything but mistaken (that will come), but his mind flat refusing the puzzle clicking together because he can't. Erik can't be someone he can't trust, even when he's not Kurt's Erik and he should know better. It can't make sense when he thinks about his own Erik, how he'd cradle the photographs of Charles Xavier like they were his infant son's fragile head. He'd named his son after Charles, teamed them after the man.

(Deep down, hidden beneath the surge of nameless fear and shock, is a tiny spark of relief mixed with regret, because he could have told Erik after all. He could have told his mentor how his mother knew Destiny, and not had to pretend not to know her face.)

Kurt swallows hard, because Wrath is still there and expecting an answer. It comes quietly, more strangled in his throat than he'd like.] We don't.. There's nothing like that in my world.

[Wrath eyes Kurt with alarm.]

You look like you're gonna throw up. Do I need to get you something? Did you eat something bad?

[Does not even occur to her that the contents of the conversation could have upset him. How could any of this be upsetting?]

[Kurt shakes his head, even uncertain as to how much a lie that is. He feels like throwing up in reaction to the flood of emotions; he won't, because he's an X-Man dammit (Erik named them after Charles.) He knew this Erik was different, hard to forget with the massive age difference between the two men, but this amount of difference rattles the trust Kurt wasn't aware he'd placed in the man. His silence on the relationship is understandable, the world he came from isn't that much different than Kurt's own (he thought), but if he could hide that then what else is he?

He shakes his head, remembering a moment after doing it that he repeats his gestures. Sloppy, stupid. His mother taught him better.] I'll be fine, Wrath. I will. We just.. we simply don't have that in my world. I suppose you've been taking a bed a caveman, darling. [The endearment slips out, and a muscle jumps in his jaw when it does. He follows it with a smile, a very bright one for someone who just looked like they got slapped by a plant of wood.]

[Everything about this situation feels wrong, suddenly. It's alarming. And that smile? Even more alarming. What is even happening? The desire to just blindly accept everything Kurt says wars briefly with her instincts. It's not a pretty fight. It's that strange, bright smile that seals the deal.]

Don't bullshit me, Kurt.

[Maybe she's wrong. Maybe this is just him being upset about replicators, though that makes little sense. But if she's wrong, she will apologize.]

[He calls her darling and then she reminds him of Linda. A heartbeat later and he realizes it isn't just Linda she reminds him of; he's always had a habit of drifting toward people who would call him on his crap. It's still unexpected enough to wipe the smile right from his face, Kurt shifting on his feet.

He's tempted to tell her that all Darkholmes do is bullshit, but he's never lied to her and the prospect of making her think he has is remarkably painful. So instead he offers a weak truth, his stomach turning.] I told you, my world is very different from yours. We don't have.. any of that.

[Long pause.]

Well yeah. I already know you don't have uterine replicators. Charles told me.

[Wait a fucking minute.]

Wait, are you saying your universe doesn't have homosexual couples?

[Are you even fucking serious, she has to be misunderstanding something.]

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My universe doesn't have anything any more, it's dead. [The admitting is too flat not to be hurting him, despite his expression being stone-faced.

It also isn't what she asked, and though he's well aware her back isn't what it should be Kurt maintains a healthy fear of what she could still do to him. Sighing heavily, he gestures with his tail.] What do you want me to tell you, Wrath? No, it didn't. Not if they were smart, or strong enough that it didn't matter what you were fucking so long as you made some effort to pass your genes on. That's what it all boiled down to, Apocalypse and Weapon Omega's rule; you survived if you were strong enough, if you passed that strength on to children. Hardly any room there to love someone you could create a child with, much less--

[He stops then, closing his mouth abruptly enough that his teeth click together.]

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[No, this has just confused her even more. She sees that Kurt is upset. She would like him to stop being upset, but if she's not even sure why that's happening, it's hard to figure out how to fix it.

The best she can do for the moment is squeeze his hand because she's at least trying to understand what he's getting at.]

That sounds really awful. And I'm really sorry. [Another hand squeeze.]

But I don't understand what Charles and Erik here have to do with that. Your universe sucks. This is a much better place, even if it's not great.

[He squeezes her hand back both times, grateful for the tiny act of affection.]

Erik was married to my sister in my world. He--Alright, I'm surprised in the least that any version of him would chose a lover that would give me fits but.. [He pauses, pressing his lips together as he tries to make sense of his whirling thoughts. There's something tickling at the edge of them that he can't quite put together.] The first thing I think is, 'if something this big is different, then what else? How different are they both from the men they were in my world and can I trust them at all?'

But.. but then I think about how much that man meant to Erik, my Erik. After Xavier's death he lived to keep that dream alive. He named his son after him, named my team after him. And then I don't know what to think. [And that is about the same level of honesty that Kitty's gotten out of him since they came here. Maybe more so, because Wrath never knew him before.]

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Oh fuck

Dun dun dunnnnnnn (also I'm directly quoting AoA on the guns, idk how accurate it is)

oh god lemme make us some popcorn

extra butter on mine, please

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