The pain of his skin being sliced open was bad enough, but the fact that it was along his tattoos was causing more of a problem. His body was flickering, attempting to displace and teleport without his permission, and that was quite dangerous. The beast? He did not know what the beast was, but he was sure he did not want to see it. It caused another wave of panic to rise in him, and any little bit of pride which Vanisher had ever possessed evaporated in a moment.
"Magneto!" He shouted quickly, voice cracking as he belted it out. "He got me out of jail--got me my memories back! I owed him!" Ok, so that was not an entirely honest answer. He had wanted to come here, wanted to do something to fuck over Xavier for messing with his head so long ago, but it was close enough to the truth to work. He did owe Magneto for reminding him who he was. "N--Now back off! Stop cutting me you vile mutt!"