Re: A fan?
"Probably not as bad as what you've been through, but it still isn't fun."
Forge runs a hand through his hair, blinking as part of him tries to process the data.
"How do I put this...where I'm from, everything you see here? The mansion, the sub-basement? All gone. Destroyed in an explosion, cause unknown. Among those missing in the explosion are Professor Xavier, the guy who built the place, and Jean Grey...pretty much everyone's favorite redhead. You'd like her, she's nice to everyone."
Memories flash through his mind of the laughing, red-haired woman, working with him when she had a free moment, using her telepathy to keep up with his natural ingenuity as they built and upgraded things together. It was great having her in the sub-levels...like talking to another him.
"After the explosion, Cyclops...he was dating Jean at the time...lost it. Pretty much withdrew into himself, even more than usual. Someone had to step up and lead the team, and Logan got elected. That was when he changed."
Forge's gaze is far away, remembering a thousand little torments and harsh words, small cases of uncharacteristic abuse that built into one big case of perpetual misery.
"I couldn't leave...they needed me too much, and the other X-Men were still my friends. But I couldn't stay either...not remembering Logan the way he was, and trying to live with the way he became. He was my friend, Damon...maybe not the easiest guy to get along with, but his heart used to be in the right place. Then, I don't know...the power went to his head or something, and it all went to hell."