Wow, she just went there! Oh man. It's pretty hard for anyone to stay coherent when suddenly the word terrorist gets thrown around. It just seems to be one of those words that can invoke such passion in a person. At any rate, Kitty was of course wrong. She was dead wrong! Calvin might have made some mistakes in the past. So what? He'd be the first to admit that maybe there was a wrong call made once or twice in the past, but that did not make him a terrorist. "I need you to understand something. Please-just.. I have never been a terrorist, Ok?" He titled his head ever so slightly and cast her a level eye. It was very important to get these next few words just right. "Now I don't care what you've read I'm not a terrorist! So, just STOP SAYING THAT!"
Calvin took a deep breath then and turned to lean against the dresser. He leaned his hand in his face and just smiled. "Everything I did! EVERYTHING was for my country. A country built for us, by us. Maybe if you stopped watching Fox News for five minuets and looked outside you'd see the world is a very complicated place." He felt her slap his hand away then and for a moment there Calvin struggled to control himself. His eyes flickered a dangerous optic red and he flinched away back to the window. God! He had to look out, he had to just try and look outside. There was no way he was going to pull a Cyclops here. It was time to cool off. This was just going to far out. But, he couldn't. Reeling himself in was impossible. He felt like a nerve pinched. Just completely on fire. It had to burn.
Kitty Pryde's next words struck him like lightening. Calvin opened his mouth to say something, but nothing hardly came out. "....I.." Why hadn't the brotherhood rescued him? Well, the truth was that Magneto had left him to rot in a cell. All after leaving him as bait. That was the damn truth. He knew it. So did Shield and maybe even the X-men. It was laughably horrible to just admit though. Who could? There was no home to go back to now. "Maybe. You could be right. I've thought about leaving, a lot actually." He looked at the door, and then back at her. Slowly he dropped his hand on the handle and made a grip. "And the truth is I don't know."