[Without much concern, she slices a cut across her palm, unflinching.]
I can handle pain.
[Which is to say, the unspoken answer is yes — yes, it hurts, but that has become a very normal thing in her life. Sucking bullets out of wounds and watching the skin mend is nothing to be that alarmed about. It'll heal. That's the thought process, and what they'd told her, over and over again. It's going to heal. That was the problem, putting the adamantium onto her claws.
She stops those ugly thoughts, cocking her head slightly. Part of her powers...?
Ah, she sees.]
... They helped me mutate faster, but they are from my father. The powers.
[The cut on her hand begins to sew seamlessly back together.]
Except for the metal. [Quieter, now.] It was — grafted.
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I can handle pain.
[Which is to say, the unspoken answer is yes — yes, it hurts, but that has become a very normal thing in her life. Sucking bullets out of wounds and watching the skin mend is nothing to be that alarmed about. It'll heal. That's the thought process, and what they'd told her, over and over again. It's going to heal. That was the problem, putting the adamantium onto her claws.
She stops those ugly thoughts, cocking her head slightly. Part of her powers...?
Ah, she sees.]
... They helped me mutate faster, but they are from my father. The powers.
[The cut on her hand begins to sew seamlessly back together.]
Except for the metal. [Quieter, now.] It was — grafted.