Conner flies out of the Nexus question area, over to where the big fight was a few days back, not caring whether Tony is following or not. He lands and turns, folding his arms.
Look, Conner. I know you're angry. What's happened to you, is beyond unfair. And I can understand that it hurts. But you can't let the pain drive you. I've seen what you can do with you powers. You could do so much good. Don't you want that?
"How the hell would you know what's happened to me, Stark? You have no idea what I've done, and fought for. So what makes you think you know anything about me at all? Is it that, oh, you were nineteen once, too? Huh? What do you have to say that could make me forget what you've done?"
"Let me see...because you're about an inch away from being a fascist? Because you've bastardized everything I've ever stood for in the name of your fucking ego-trip? Because you threatened my friends. Yeah. That's why."
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