Mutant and proud, Raven had said, and he could understand it later, bitter, but not with the world as Raven had been, but with himself.Īccepting her new image had been a real challenge, an extremely painful one. She rejected him and he was stupid enough to say exactly what not to say. Blind and eager to win her affection, he hadn’t seen the signs, and had tried to impress her by seeking a cure. She wasn’t upset, but deeply bitter and spiteful that she could not show herself freely, in her blue form. Naively, he had believed that they shared the same sentiment, trying to fit the standards of normality, but he had been very wrong. Raven, beautiful and seemingly unreachable, had made him feel wanted and understood. Of course, Charles hadn’t been the only one. Without really trying, Charles had made him feel important. Accustomed to being rejected by others for his physique and intellect, Charles's evident admiration and interest in him from the first moment they met, had marked an important point in his self-esteem and personal history. Before meeting Charles, Raven, and Erik, Hank had been alone, scared, and upset by his mutation. Forced to grow and mature.Ĭertainly, he wasn’t a kid when he met Charles, but he was still quite young, with much to learn about life and the world. He really can't grow anymore (he's six foot four inches for heaven's sake) but he feels just like that. The past few years have felt like forced growth for Hank. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 15222 Chapters: 5/20 Comments: 20 Kudos: 186 Bookmarks: 37 Hits: 3269
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