Forge holds up his metallic hand, letting the light and water glisten off it, before looking down at his leg.
For a moment, his dark eyes seem haunted, with a worse memory than anything Wolverine-related. Then he shakes his head, sending water flying everywhere from his soaked black hair, and looks back up.
"Long story. Let's just say that's the other reason I don't use magic anymore. The price of screwing up a spell can get...steep."