( It's funny how when everything seems to have gone to shit, Clarice finds something inside of herself that feels warm and sweet and safe. The words he's saying are the kind she's never even let herself dream about. She knows he means them too. That he loves her, that they have something to fight for. )

We can take care of each other.

( She runs a palm over his back where the muscle has smoothed out, tracing the notches in his spine with her fingertips. John is such a good man, and Clarice wants to be better for him, because of him. She wants to keep her place in the Underground and help other mutants. She wants a life that's worth something.

She wants this. )

You don't have to hold everything by yourself anymore, okay? I'm here and I want to help.