<div class="floatleft">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz66/BlueHankster/Beast/739627-beast.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hank McCoy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beast Lab<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Betsy<br/><hr/><br/>He smiled as best he could and gratefully drank of the cool water. "Ummm benefits indeed sweet lady. Your presence is even more refreshing than this water."  He leaned back once again. Her hand on his head was soothing and he wondered if she knew that her talents of the mind were not needed to relax him, merely her presence. " Oh Betsy, you know that I have the utmost confidence in all of you. What taxes me is not the idea of doing it alone, for I know you all are as active if not more so than I, its that so much has changed and been lost..." his face was dark and the lines of worry that he hid so well were now plane to see. "...how much can we let slip through our hands before we are holding nothing?" It as an empty question but one he had asked too many times of late. "The world just keeps taking and we just work around it. I just want to have something that isn't lost....just once let us keep something other than memories of loss."<br/>His chest hurt as he swallowed the idea he had given voice to. He had pushed so much down to stay focused and strong for the others. He chuckled to himself as he was reminded of a child's tale he had seen while grading papers in the youngest students classroom. He didn't remember the name but it was a tale of fantasy that they seemed to enjoy. A large brutish rock man was mourning the loss of his friends and remarked as he looked at himself "They look like such big, strong hands, but I couldn't hold on."  He whispered the words as he looked now at his own hands.