[It would have killed him if he was a normal man, but something had made sure he survived it. Sometimes he wasn't sure it was purely whatever was still pumping through him from SEP or not, and then he just moved on.

Fingers flexed a little, glancing down over the blackened skin and claws.]

Majority want a man that is dead, because I can never be that again. A soldier turned in to a golden boy leader and used to promote hope for a better future, politics and egos fear mongering when they started to worry that the change being made would take away their power, and in my death they made me a martyr to feel better about themselves after they got the whole world demanding my head on a silver plate. [He was up there, and he'd given up everything to do what he thought was right. To protect the people he cared for, and push the boundaries so some real good could be done. Get science and the medical field going further to do some real good.]

I gave up a lot of myself to be that person they wanted me to be, and there's nothing left to keep it up. [Downed the rest of that tea, cup set down even after the wince at the taste-] Only person I can think of already knows I'm not dead, and we've been working together.