Thoughts Characters: Colossus, OTA Setting: NYC Cafe. Content: Clean. Summary: Colossus reflects on the idea of a cure.
This was not the way that Colossus wanted to consider such thoughts. The reconstruction was almost entirely complete at this point, and he had seen considerable progress in the mansion. A moment or two away from home was not hard to manage, but there was a good reason to be alone this time. He had seen the same footage as the children. The talk of cure was on their lips, and the last thing that he wanted to deal with was them seeing indecision in his eyes.
The possibility of a cure was enticing, he reflected over an iced coffee. It was becoming so hard to control his form any longer that part of him wondered if he would become metal and solidify forever. Years, decades of training, and he had lost his family, the people that he loved and so many other souls, gone to the ether now. He ran the risk of outliving them all, but if it was as a statue, a monument unmoving forever, was that truly living. Or, what if he merely became a metal juggernaut. Was he truly alive even then? Mobile, but in many ways different and distinct from what it was that made him anything more than appearing human.
He sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He knew what he needed to do. There were still those who needed him, not as something else, but as he was now. He would not let them down... but these thoughts...