Name: Lucus Bishop<br/>Location: Kitchen off the dining room<br/>Tags: Betsy (telepathically), Open<br/><br/>He moved to clean up his dishes and went outside of the door.  He thought of the question that drove him. His mind he thought was focused.  He was warrior…soldier…without purpose now since his timeline was skewed and these people didn’t want him.  It was then as he looked out over the landscape that he expected the intrusion a bit earlier.<br/><br/>He didn’t shoo her away nor tell her to get out, he listened which made him frown with the realization he was soft on Ms. Braddock.  He liked her and he shouldn’t have, she was more dangerous to him than the others so he should have been more careful around her.<br/><br/>*You ask me this like I know.   I can’t destroy Master Mold, I can’t kill the Professor…I wouldn’t but that is neither here nor there….*  He knew some saw him clearly as the enemy as their time lined Bishop had done.  *I am not after Hope, or Cable…not even Gambit.  So why am I here?  I am here Betsy, because I am stuck…and you people are as close as I can come to home and family.  I am here because I don’t belong or fit in anywhere else.*  He said as he put on his red sunglasses a gift from his times Cyclops.<br/><br/>*You are right…HE did…I am not your Bishop…I realize I look like him, I walk like him and I might even have his same mannerisms…but I am not him.  Do I want to kill you all…NO!  But I will be damned if I let you kill me!  What do I need?  Damnit Betsy what do you NEED?  Do people look at you and see a gorgeous purple haired woman or a former assassin, or british agent.  Do you want someone to be there for you through thick and thin.  To have some one behind you when the chips are down…or lying next to you enjoying this moment as if it were your last cause it might be.   Are you kidding?  What do you think I want!?!   I want the same things you do!  To feel loved, protected, safe…not eyed as something on the bottom of your shoe.*<br/><br/>*You want me to trust you…yet you hold on to what my predecessor did.   Trust you?!?  I am not the one sitting in the dining room talking to the bastard child telepathically.   You want trust Betsy….give it!*<br/><br/>He said in no uncertain terms, but instead of severing the communication…he left it open with her.<br/><br/>