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Creed stomps in from the back door, shoving snow off his shoulder. He makes a beeline for the bar and orders a beer. A really big one. Afterward, he randomly picks a chair and sits down in a huff.

Someone's having a bad day.

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"I have my moments," Yamato says mildly. "When it's useful. Sometimes a flashy show of force is the best way to force a retreat and minimise casualties."

Which he knows isn't exactly a concern of Creed's.

"Yeah."

No, not something he'd really know about.

"Who you fighting?"

"Right now? Some shapeshifting guy who's brought back puppet-y-zombie-y versions of all our old enemies. Before that, it was a self-cloning army of insects that wanted revenge, and before that it was a despot who wanted to rule the world, and then the self-cloning army of insects again before him, and before them, the forces of a kind of collective of dead people."

He shrugs again.

"There's always a new enemy somewhere down the line."

His eyebrows rise.

"Or you could go somewhere the hell else. Who wants to deal with all that shit?"

"Someone has to deal with it. Otherwise people get hurt or killed," Yamato says. "Just going somewhere else isn't much of an option if you have the ability to help."

"Having the option doesn't mean you're obliged."

This is the type of shit the X-Men say.

"You got no reason to take care of all that."

"Sure it does. If I can help people and I don't, then it's as much my fault as anyone else's if they're hurt."

This seems pretty reasonable to Yamato.

"And besides, there's destiny and prophecy shit involved. I was chosen for this."

"That's not how it works."

He shakes his head.

"Chosen. Get out while you can."

"I've been doing this for seven years now. I don't think getting out while I can is an option anymore," Yamato says wryly. "And even if it was, I wouldn't."

"Seven years ain't nothing."

Seriously. The kid's got a shitty deal.

"Tell destiny to kiss your ass."

"I can't do that. And it wouldn't stick anyway. I wouldn't be able to live with the idea that someone got hurt because I wasn't there to stop it."

"That attitude is only gonna get you killed."

Not that his attitude is any better on that end.

"Eventually, sure. I probably won't live to see thirty," Yamato says agreeably. "But I'm okay with that."

He has to think for a minute.

"Think I made it to thirty. Don't exactly remember."

"If you don't remember, that's a good sign you did. You definitely look over thirty."

"Nah, my early memories just jumbled a bit since it's been so long."

He shrugs. It's just the way it is.

"Don't even remember my birthday."

"If it's been long enough for them to get jumbled, then you definitely hit thirty just fine. Or relatively fine, at least, allowing for how many otherwise fatal injuries you took along the way."

"Yeah. Been through a lot."

And that's not something he cares to think about right now. He gets up and nods at the kid.

"Don't be stupid out there."

"Sure. Try not to die."

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