█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  THE WORDS SETTLED within him, permeated all he is; should it be a healing balm upon wounded skin sinking beneath the cracks to repair broken halves, broken wholes, knitting until only scar tissue remained – but instead they burned him. SINGED him.

     &&. reminded him of the VISION that he cannot extract from his mind. A gruesome phantasm of his own demise ; in another dimension, another universe, another world in which he had  D I E D.

     His eyes blazed in the shadow of molten flames. seething. burning. The revolting feeling of smoldering laser fire that gnashed through his muscles &&. punctured his flesh — he knew it was impeccably surreal. Gray glared at Rogue, fury like crisp embers IGNITING within his soul ( and he cannot channel enough venom, enough FIRE for his words to have the impact he desires. )

   ❝ You… what ? ❞