Scott's eyebrows both appeared over the rim of his glasses at that response, but he didn't comment on it at all, actually. "That's your business, too," he said, with an amount of blandness that would have made dry toast seem exciting.

Would he walk away from an assignment Charles gave him? Not easily. He was determined to get the kid out. Not so much because he'd been given an order these days, but because that kid needed to be helped and helping mutants was what he did.

He'd do it, though. There were days he'd walk away from the whole fucking thing, and days - more of them as he got older, as he buried more of his kids and teammates - that he questioned Charles. He believed in what they were doing, still but he wasn't quite so sure how they were doing it.

None of it would stop him helping a kid, though.