Victor snorted in amusement "Dreams are just that, an' they end when ya wake up, that's what always threw me 'bout him or Mag's or anyone like that with a 'dream' of the future. Dreams don't mesh with reality that's for sure, an' dreams too often turn into nightmares."
The blond listened as Bobby talked about his life, the name Havock rang a bell or two "Havock? I've tussled with him in the past, he blasted me through a wall once. Not before I fractured his sternum and cracked his ribs with a kick."
Victor's grin at the memory was anything but pleasant.
"An ya got yaself an education huh an' put up ya hero spurs huh? Well good for you, not many of us can hang up our lives like that, hell if I was ever offered it I dunno what i'd do..i'm not the office worker type an' these..."
Victor rotated his hand, his claws, even when fully retracted were quite visible and still looked lethally sharp "..would do murder to a keyboard." Victor chuckled, of course he knew how to use his claws to do everything, just looking at him and how he acted gave the impression of 'dumb muscle' and whilst he lacked any formal education beyond Weapon X's training he had a huge span of experience and was far from 'just' some dumb muscle.