"Easy, darlin'" he drawled out, smiling menacingly as he held a gun to your head, his boot pressing your wrist to the ground. Weeks of constant running, hiding and living in constant fear brought you to this very moment—the infamous mutant hunter cornering you in a warehouse.

He felt it right away even though your name was no longer engraved on his flesh, the cybernetic arm in its place. But the connection was nearly palpable, recognised by his heart, mind, body.

"No more runnin' away"