He can't. He can't just let his moirail be left like that. He can't let this go.

His face just keeps twisting. His body shakes. He grits his teeth.

So that's motherfucking it then?

SO THAT'S MOTHERFUCKING IT?!?

He's moved before he can think, hand swung back and smashed into her with crushing force. It makes a sound like a shot, like clear ocean bursting, like a canon. It's a sharp noises in his ears and his head.

He doesn't look at his claws to see if there might be teal there. He stares at her, his one eye wide.

Then he turns.

"Don't you dare follow me, Pyrope," He spits, and then he's running onward, away from her, after the mutant. He prays that she listens.