Apologies

After talking to Professor Xavier and Doctor Samson today, I have come to a realization.

I was wrong.

I was wrong to seek revenge against the Mex - against Angelo. Such things are best handled through official channels, and not taken directly to hand. Professor Xavier tells me that he will deal with the matter in a way that he feels is appropriate.

Do not think that I am any less angry about the way Angelo has treated me. I am furious - I do not enjoy, despite how most of you feel, looking like a complete nutter in public. And I really do not enjoy reliving what I relived based on what Angelo said to me.

There is more I should apologize for - Bobby and Lorna, I am thinking of specifically.

Bobby - I was wrong to involve you in that loop. It was not my intention to force you to experience that again, but your interest in me brought back a very bad memory.

I should explain here that as an empath I never forget a feeling. Not even if I would really, really like to.

That bad memory triggered my power, and dragged you into my pain. That was unfortunate, and I am working very hard to make sure that it never, ever happens again. As not-fun as it must have been for you, it was a thousand times worse for me. I went through something like what you did - for maybe two years. I do not wish to disclose the details publically, and Samson says I don't have to. If you want to know, then please come and find me.

This has not been an easy message to write.

Lorna - I tried to help you, and I am now fairly sure that my attempt did you harm.

All that I can do now is apologize. You were so sad, and so miserable, and all I wanted to do was to give you a taste of happiness. Unfortunately, I didn't think it through fully and look deep enough.

It also didn't help that you made me so angry when you were taunting me with your cooking. I was hungry, and you would not cook for me. You prepared food for others, and would not let me eat any of it. Nor would you let me scavenge something from the scraps. And you took such a delight at my discomfort that I used the only tool I had - my power. Your burn was your doing - I never intended for you to get hurt in any way. I made sure that you cleaned and bandaged the wound - you felt it was the right thing to do.

I was wrong. I know that now. All that I can do is promise to honor your request, and absent myself from your presence. If this is acceptable, please tell Professor Xavier or Doctor Samson, so that they can tell me. I cannot guarantee that you will read this message, but I mean what I say here.

Both of you deserve your own form of revenge. I will accept anything that you come up with as my just due.


And now, my brain really, really hurts, so I am going to lie down for a while.

Manuel