[CENTER][hr][/center][sup][h1][center][img]https://static1.cbrimages.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2021/01/havok-uncanny-avengers.-main.jpg[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] H A V O K[/color]
[color=#7DF9FF]H A V O K[/color][/center]
[/b][/h1][/sup][indent][sub][COLOR=#7DF9FF][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] The Raft[/sub][sup][right][COLOR=#7DF9FF][b]Post #1:[/b][/COLOR] The Inside World[/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
[indent]Where was he?

Alex Summers A.K.A. Havok was where he'd been for the past [i]five[/i] years. 

Not his cell, though he was there too -slouched on his bunk, one knee bent and an arm draped over that- he was in his mind.
His evaluation was coming up, and Alex was doing some hard evaluation of his own.

[i]His mind.[/i] One place that was everywhere, and the only place he was still free. 

That was, actually, an odd kind of perk about being here. No telepaths like there were back home. Though Jean Grey A.K.A. Marvel Girl tended not to tap people's minds uninvited, certain circumstances caused her to pick up on loose thoughts anyway, and Xavier...Alex was never sure if he had such respect for privacy; if either of them came for visitation, Alex was always certain they were going away with a lot more than he'd spoken aloud.

Incarceration, Alex felt, was getting him to be real good at thinking. Something he didn't think he'd been good at before. Joining Magneto.....Alex [i]thought[/i] there was something there. Magneto hadn't gotten into his head, Alex saw something in his, figuratively speaking. Honestly, Alex still believed Magneto was right to make his stand at the power plant. How the non-mutants were using Kuan-Yin Xorn.....Alex's hands would still shift towards fists thinking of it.

The X-Men would've rescued him, this he knew.
But what would they've done to stop what Kuan-Yin was merely [i]one[/i] example of? Magneto set out to make an example of [i]that[/i]. 

Alex could go with him that far. But when it seemed Magneto was willing to go so far as to get rid of the "problem" that was his own daughter....Alex could trade blows with his former allies, but Magneto had [i]far[/i] too radical a view on what constituted "necessary" actions. 

[i]'He'd spill his [b]own blood[/b]!'[/i]  

An unfeeling voice narrowed his existence back down from everywhere to this one, inadequate space: [color=silver]"Make yourself smart, you [i]Mute[/i] -ha! if that's even possible- one of your regulars is here."[/color]

[i]"Mute"[/i], a word that was a higher level of derogatory than the usual "mutie". "Mute" carried with it the implication, the [i]hope[/i], that one day all the mutants would be [i]silenced[/i]. Alex ignored this, and instead asked, as he got into an upright position: [color=#7DF9FF]"Which one?"[/color]

The guard shook his head and scoffed: [color=silver]"Think you're somethin',"[/color] before actually answering, [color=silver]"not Brother Bazooka, the other one. Mr. Plastic's spawn."[/color]

Alex's eyes narrowed. Lorna did not deserve to be defined only by that "relationship"....  
Uninhibited, thoughts of Magneto's turn recurred in Alex' mind. Up to that point, he had still held a certain ideal about flesh-and-blood family. That they [i]meant something[/i] to each other. Now he knew it didn't matter who you came into the world a part of. It only mattered how they thought of you.

[color=silver]"Forget how to walk or somethin', con'!? Move!"[/color] The guard jerked him to start the trek to the visitation area.

Alex's train of thought wouldn't be derailed. 
Where his family was concerned, he still couldn't tell what his brother actually thought of him. 
Yet, Scott kept visiting. He thought enough of Alex to keep him in his life.

"The Raft" was an apt-named prison. Out here it really felt like you were set adrift, away from society, with the intent you'd vanish completely like a the head of a person treading water suddenly falling beneath the surface without notice. It meant more to Alex than he even thought about, that the few people he had outside hadn't vanished on [i]him[/i] when he went in. 

He thought at least one of them would. He'd saved her life. Then he heard her screams and cries.
He [i]still[/i] heard those screams and cries. They were renewed in his mind every time she visited. Every one of the [i]63[/i] times and counting. [i]'God! We should do something special for our "65th",'[/i] he thought wryly, as they neared the final corner.

He hadn't thought of what [i]choosing[/i] to be here would mean -would [i]do[/i]- to Lorna.
Back to that "not good at thinking" bit -because it had been a choice. He had two people, the same two who wouldn't let him slip away, who still saw [i]him[/i] through the things he'd done, and would've fought for some other consequence. But he had to be in here. He only wished [i]she[/i] didn't have to go through this.

Which brings us -as he sits down in front of her- back to what Alex had been evaluating. If he should tell Lorna to stop. If should do her the "kindness". His expression twisted. That word was definitely [i]wrong[/i]. It wouldn't be a kindness - it would be like punching Lorna in the face! All this time she kept believing in him -in [i]them[/i]?- for him to say "well, you should just stop now. Get some sense already and cut your losses." He shook his head. Evaluation [i]over[/i]-

-[color=silver]"I think you've finally worn on his nerves, Green-Girly,"[/color] the guard spoke ahead of Alex, wearing a smirk as thick with condescension as his tone, [color=silver]"he almost wouldn't come out here."[/color]

Alex was [i]pretty sure[/i] Lorna was used to the $*^%iness of the guards and wouldn't take these words for truth, but still he tensed, staring daggers at the guard as much as he dared. Polaris might be able to get away with giving the guards attitude, but Havok had to watch it. Not that he couldn't take it if they felt like making a scene out of it. Sometimes he'd incite them just to make something [i]interesting[/i] happen. But he wouldn't risk getting the visitation time cut. 

Instead Alex turned a serious look towards Lorna -hoping his expression conveyed how he most certainly had [i]not[/i] tried to get out of this and she was [i]not[/i] by any means bothering him- and mouthed the word [i]"no"[/i] followed by a spoken [color=#7DF9FF]"Hi,"[/color] which came out with misplaced tenseness. He glanced off while he got a handle on himself and continued [color=#7DF9FF]"what's new?"[/color] speaking the words he always did to get things started -it was too awkward otherwise- in a tone fully aware of how lame they sounded to even his own ears.[/INDENT]