Yes, everything is over, and a period of seventeen years has disappeared. We have seen your steel claws, the invincible enemy, we have seen you charge into battle with a hail of bullets, and you have been seen as a hero, we have seen you integrate gangsters for the woman you love, and we have seen you fall into tenderness Love for a long time is not willing to extricate themselves.
However, now you, with your head down, you are old and tired, staggering, and your back is messy. In order to save money to cure the old Charles, you are a chauffeur everywhere. In order to protect this only property, you would rather be poisoned After blocking bullets with an unrecoverable body, you hid in a small town refusing to get in any trouble to get by with alcohol every day. .
In time, all the dazzling moments slowly fade away, you are no longer the hero on the horizon, you will eventually grow old, the hero will fade away, the girl will grow old, no matter how beautiful the moment will dissipate in the sky. .
You rubbed the bullet of Edman alloy all day long, and in countless misty evenings, you stood silently in front of Professor X's house with Alzheimer's dementia, reminiscent of the bloody battle in front of many mutants; In the middle of the night, you sat quietly in front of a window with a lamp like beans, drinking bitter wine that burns your gut and burns your throat alone to consume your youth. Finally one day, you are fed up with this kind of life, you took out the bullet and wanted to end this life, you have experienced the splendor of the stars, the incomparable splendor, enjoyed all the prosperity in the world, but fell into the dust and died alone. In your life, at this time, you met her, a little werewolf, with no blood connection but genetic connection, so once again, you embarked on a journey, the final journey. .
Finally that day, the final battle. You are alone, yes, you are still alone, Magneto is dead, Professor X is dead, mutants are dead, only you, you rushed out of the battle with pride, and charged firmly to the enemy, using what was already rusted in need The fierce claws pulled out by the hand, the chest that has been poisoned and cannot be recovered but is still blood, the legs that are already staggering and walking slowly but always forward, and the splendid phoenix-like nirvana-like fighting spirit that has been buried in the deepest part of my mind that has been annihilated. , steadfast, rush to the enemy, then, die. . . .
What's the use of giving birth to me without laughing, and why not killing me without reducing arrogance. The best ending for a general is to die from the last bullet on the battlefield. The best ending for a hero is to die heroically in battle before he grows old. In front of your grave, the branch with the shape of X points diagonally to the sky, as if telling the world that the war intent of that sword pointing to the sky and looking at the sky will never fade away. . .
Goodbye, Wolverine, goodbye, tired soul. We will all die, but the legacy goes on forever. . . .
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