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[b]Christopher Harris[/b]

Christopher stood still for another few moments. The words Frost had directed at him stung - it showed and highlighted the cowardice that he had been trying to hide since his youth... more-so she also highlighted his desperate need for approval. He could only hope the others did not notice, or would not understand her less than subtle quips. He turned and looked to her - taking in her power stance, and finding it quite lacking, when comparing it to what he would always consider more dangerous examples from his elder brothers and father. [b]"I guess you are right... with all the horrible things -some- of our kind have done in the past, we all must do our best to further some form of sociopolitical dignity for the mutant cause."[/b] He raised a single brow slightly, grimacing slightly as he raised his bleeding finger to his lips and sucked on it lightly. He then looked over at the rest of them, lingering on the Raven -[b] "I am sorry for what I said. I am sure you do not have fleas."[/b] He looked to Booker - [b]"Shall we be off then?" [/b]He directed the other to point where they were to go - while taking out a handkerchief and trying to remove the blood stains from his hand.