"you want something from me" Digit thought to Ira

"I always want something. love affection. a smile " Ira explained in a half serious tone "but seriously i want your opinion" she thought back

"on what?" 

"the Registration Act...and the guy that probably came up on all your screens like a SAW movie. " she answered

there was a pause that Ira used to rummage through the many resembled gizmos in the room. instead of asking for more parts she would just take apart old inventions for parts. "people are stupid. human are mad they are weak. and mutants think they are strong. everyone is wrong." To Digit all that mattered were physical things. a very simple have n have not belief. he recognized the collective strength of humanity and could see the poison pride of the mutant race. given previous events that she read about it was unlikely that either group would ever succeed over the other. but so long as it didnt effect her directly she only cared so much. "what else"

"a bullet and a sword" Ira Answered

"what happened to Xmen dont kill?" even though they were technically Xmen yet Ira never really like that rule. but thats just because her mom was a notable assassin and she had all the same skills. 

"they don't" is all Ira said before she picked up a large box and peeked in.