“Ah Allez chérie, laisse Gambit sortir un petit moment!“ The Cajun man crooned, glancing you over as if you were something to manipulate- or something to go ‘boom’.

“C’mon Cher- y’can’t seriously be mad at da Gambit.” His hand traced along the side of the cell he was in- his other hand tugging at the mutant blocking collar on his neck. He couldn’t take it off- and he shouldn’t.

Professor Xavier had been a kind man- or so we all thought. At least until Gambit and Scott and Hank and everyone else just lashed out, placing strategic attacks against humanity and slaughtering thousands. You shouldn’t have any pity on this man.