Yeah, I'm a little aware of 'em. [What they were, who they were. How they all died - how he, by some sick twist of fate, was the last of the X-Men.
How Laura and her friends, the next generation, are facing a shitshow world that no longer cares for them. Yeah, he's far too aware of mutants and what it was like to live as one for far too fucking long.
His fingers flex, knuckles taut before his claws slowly extend a few inches as he holds them up. Hurts like a bitch, though, and he looks at them with disdain before retracting them.] Know me now, bub?