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David Haller (xgene) wrote,

Yoga and coloring. Neither were things he'd ever done or ever would do. But if Syd was able to go back, to fix this? Then he'd be unmade anyway. He'd finally be allowed to die, in a fashion. That was enough. That was all he could think about for a few, long seconds before the memory of Syd's death consumed everything in his head. Over and over. Bright red light and ash.

"Cary made a... classification..." Words spoken slowly, David's energy drained, mind slowing just like his words. It was becoming difficult to focus, to find the strength to speak, let alone recall old memories that hadn't been worth anything in years. "Mutant power level." It'd seemed prudent at the time, rating everyone they encountered to see if they could, or even should, help. "There were only two--" What was it Cary had called it? David's brows furrowed. "--Omega-level. Me and--" The Shadow King, a title he choked on and stopped himself short of saying.

Everyone else had power, sure, but usually specialized. Narrowed into a singular focus that allowed them to become a champion in that area and that area alone. David had seen more benign powers than anything though -- ability to see color, to read any language. People who shouldn't have been put in the middle of a war between two creatures who could literally rip the world apart.

As for what face it wore now? "Don't know," he offered weakly. It'd been years since he'd seen anything but this darkness. He was worthless to everyone out there, a dead man waiting impatiently to die. "I made one, once." He remembered that as well, in a flash. "Psychic energy, channeled, focused. I thought, if I could get close, strike the right mind..." But he never did. Never could. Every attempt to get close failed miserably. Cue leveling a mountain.

Then, even softer: "I'm so sorry."