by Will Stanton » Fri Oct 23, 2020 4:20 pm
"Being 'me' used to be easy, Miriam. I knew who I was," he said leaning up against the vampire.
"I was Sara's husband. But here, Sara is some military woman with a life and a family of her own.
I was the Morrigan's Champion. Sam's a friend here, and isn't trying to exclude me, but Tereza and Viv are her champions here, and there's no doubting that.
I was the X-Men's leader. There's barely an X-Men here, and I'm not sure I'd have the energy to fight on a regular basis if they were here.
I was Robin's father. I still am, but she's a grown woman now -- she doesn't need someone to change her diapers or tend to her scraped knees or play pretty princess dressup."
He paused.
"I've spent my whole life defining myself by other people. And when they turn against....no, that's melodramatic.
When what I see my role as being doesn't match up with what they want, I get angry and hold a grudge. And that builds up until I'm sitting in a sewer filled with goop cutting myself, because maybe that pain is what I feel I deserve?
Sara'd have a fix for this, you know. She'd either have some sort of sciencamagun that charged me to full, or she'd have some kind words to help me feel better, or she'd yell at me until I realized I was being an idiot. Maybe all three," he said, with a sheepish grin. "Or I'd head over to Sam's place, and make them dinner or fix their shower or take part in some kind of pagan ritual. Maybe all three."