"Naw, Morse, I don't think you're cut out. You're not an ass-kissing holier-than-thou moron fuck face," he said with an admirably straight face. His opinion of the Council had never been high and he didn't give a fuck who knew it. Probably a bad move, but he wasn't going to kiss their asses. "You've got sense," he continued, irate. "Which they clearly don't. But hell, when have they ever? I don't think they've ever made a single goddamn good decision." It was kind of nice to vent to someone, just unfortunate for Morse that she had to be the one sitting here enduring it when Nick knew she probably didn't actually care because there was still that long list on her tablet and streets packed with cars and infected in the sewers and rubble and fuck it. He'd already started, he wasn't going to stop his rant now. "And now they're saying we can't do a goddamn thing against Magneto. Not one. Fucking. Thing." Fury had suggested a trap, luring him out of Genosha (fine, if they didn't want to start a war he could accept that but Mag-fucking-neto was a terrorist and deserved to be imprisoned at the very least) and they'd turned him down flat. No action to be taken was the exact wording, succinct and final and fucking stupid. The council were a bunch of stupid fucking assholes.