[ He pauses to glance back at her. The movement makes his head swim a little; he fights the feeling off, though he can't deny the fear that's bubbling in his gut. It wasn't so long ago that this was his reality, feeling sick and tired all the time as his body reacted to the adamantium slowly poisoning his blood. But his healing factor was restored now, wasn't it?

Wasn't it? ]

Reality. The universe. Or [ He rubs his forehead. ] universes. There are a ton of 'em, stacked on each other like plates. Ones where you're you, but different. Or where everything else is different.

[ He waves a hand. ] I never could get it figured out. Just trust me, kid, this ain't my first time doin' this. Though usually they don't make me feel like I'm gonna hurl.