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Bastion	The Avengers' facility where the meeting was set up is low key. The technology there does exist, but much of it is for security purposes, nothing more, as well as scanning. The large footprints that Sentinels have made out in the cement front area of the buildings and warehouses are the largest calling card that the facility is interesting at all. Lorna's meeting with 'John Doe', the man who seems to be a sentinel from some other time, was set up not long before: the X-Men are, of course, welcome at the facility, though the warning was given: in the past, John Doe hasn't been positive about mutants in general. From video footage and pictures, Lorna will have an idea of what the man looks like: he's a heavily built, military looking guy, with pale blonde, short hair. When Lorna arrives, word is passed along, and he's agreed to meet her outside, in the warm sunshine, on one of the benches in the side of the facility near where a number of trucks are parked. He's there, visible, when she arrives, with a piece of robotic equipment on the table. There's some strangeness with him: Lorna may identify a lack of being able to sense much about him, though she can pick up on the metal in the object he's working on, and the table. Either he doesn't consist of much metal, or something else is going on.
Lorna Dane	The Princess of Genosha had been struggling to make much head way in terms of finding support for the mutant cause here in the States. Which is when the Professor put her in charge of the investigations with Trask and speaking to John Doe. She'd been unsure what to do, or how to approach the matter. She'd even visited Wanda the other day in hopes to figure out what to do or say. It hadn't been particularly productive. Kitty had told her to not go alone, but here she was.. It was a gamble, she hoped, to present herself as nonthreatening to the would be 'Terminator' from the future. Lorna stepped up the Avenger's facility after having parked her car some distance away. She wore a simple looking suit of grey with a purple blouse and heels. The amount of embroidery was heavy however, and the stiffness of the cloth gave way to how much metal was sewn into the fabric. A defensive measure, though that seemed to be all she had on her beside a phone in her purse. Her heels clicked as she approached, and she pushed back her sunglasses as she came to a halt before the table with equipment on it. "Do you prefer to be called John or Mr. Doe?" She asked when she came to a polite distance away from him.
Bastion	"Neither," answers the man. He looks entirely human. He doesn't 'feel' like a human, but he also doesn't feel like a Sentinel or other robot, either. He's something Other, which may be uncomfortable for other reasons. "But I do not mind it. I've chosen Sebastion as my name," he answers. He looks at her with a thoughtful, penetrating stare, but doesn't do anything major. He doesn't attack her, nor does he get up. He doesn't suggest she sit down, either. The manner is a little chilly, but it isn't aggressive. "I was told that you wanted to speak to me, as an Ally of the Avengers," John/Sebastion asks. "I wasn't given your name?"
Lorna Dane	Lorna inclined her head simply, "Then Sebastian it is." She offered smoothly, turning her gaze to the electronic equipment on the table for a moment as if contemplating it rather than staring at the man, or robot-man as it were. She was distinctly trying to be polite, all the while she picked about her with her magnetic senses to try to sense what she could, and what little she sensed only led to her further unease. "I'm Lorna Dane, Polaris. If you want." She offered, her green eyed gaze swinging back to Sebastian, trying to measure how he'd react to her name. "I did wish to speak with you, not only as an ally of the Avengers, but also as Princess of Genosha. If you're alright with that, that is."
Bastion	"Princess of Genosha," Sebastion repeats, as if deciding how the name of it tastes, but ending up finding it somewhat sour. He's doubtful, and some of it shows. To her question, he gestures across that she can find a seat at the table, finally showing a little bit of politeness. There's no smile to him, though. "I cannot imagine what you may want to talk about, what could be between us, but go ahead." There's an edge of watchfulness, and no attempt to really hide it. He doesn't trust her at all. The object on the table is a piece of a sentinel: it's part of an interior chest section of one of the big ones. It isn't clear what he's doing with it, other than that he's moving some wires around slowly, as if he were doing a crossword puzzle in a thoughtful, relaxed way. It does have a lot of metal in it.
Lorna Dane	Lorna made to sit, keeping her posture upright and prim as she settled on the edge of the chair with no little trepidation. Kitty had told her the last mutant to get near him had been attacked, and she clearly expected more of that to happen. Lorna folded her hands on her lap, her shoulders rolled back and her legs crossed as she watched him with more than just her gaze, but all her senses on high-alert. "It's less about what is between us, precisely and more of the hypotheticals that concern me." She pursed her lips, and fought the urge to fidget. "I'll be frank, Sebastian. You, and what you can do frighten a good deal of people. Myself included. Unlike some, however, I'm of the opinion that it's better to understand what scares you rather than to simply turn that fear into hate or automatic distrust." She eyed him from over the table, her gaze falling to what he was working on and eyeing the metal there again.
Bastion	"What is it that I can do that is scary?" Sebastion asks, smoothly. He rests one palm on the table, giving her a direct look, though it isn't particularly dark. It is a little dead: he's having a conversation, but she may feel he's doing something he may not particularly like, or isn't in a great mood for reasons unrelated to her. "At this point, unless I've gotten credit for other things - all I've done is redirect some Sentinels away from attacking this site, and repurposed a few of them. What scares you?"
Lorna Dane	Lorna leaned forward, despite the smoothness of Sebastian's words, her gaze did not lift from him for a second. Even as he delivered each word in that deadened tone that made her skin practically crawl. "What do you know of the Holocaust, Sebastian? Of humans in general and what they can do to each other? Cambodia? Bosnia? Rwanda? Sudan? Darfur?" She tilted her head as she spoke, her voice impassioned. "Humans have killed each other in the millions, and that was their own people. In factories of mass slaughter, poison gas, torture, and pits filled with bodies burning so that the ash fell from the skies like snow." She paused, leaning back in her chair, her hands now curled into her purse. "And now they fear and hate my people, for a genetic difference that we can't help. That we were born with. We're still part of human advancement, human evolution. And Sentinels... things designed to hunt and kill my people... You can control and manipulate them without much effort. You can change their orders?" Her eyebrows furrowed. "I have all the world to fear you, given how you have reacted to mutants before."
Bastion	"I thought I was human until shown otherwise, just recently," Sebastion answers, dropping his eyes from her, to the sentinel piece before him. It's like he's looking at a dismembered body part, with his sort of sober stare of light eyes. Still, his expression changes: more emotion comes forward, a tension around his eyes. The 'dead' quality gives way to some kind of feeling. He's not a dead shell, perhaps. "I thought I was a mutant at first. I could not imagine worse, and wanted to die," he continues, his voice heavy. "But it seems I'm connected to these." He gestures to the piece on the table. "Somehow." He looks at the Sentinel, for another moment, then lifts his gaze to hers. There is a smile for her, and it isn't dark. Perhaps he feels sorry for her, in some way. There's a weird pity style of empathy there. "I don't know what my role is. Or if I'm stuck following what is programmed into me. I'd like to think I'm greater than a slave to that."
Lorna Dane	The smile finds a reflective manner in the Princess of Genosha. A sort of lessing of the tension in her shoulders. Sympathy. She knew the idea, the feeling of discovering what you thought you were to be a lie. She knew that well, knew the self loathing that came with such things. She'd struggled with it for years. And programming? How different was that to the judgement people made of her, particularly of who her father was.. She set out a hand toward him, lightly on the table. "People don't know their role any more than anyone else does. I... felt that loathing before. When I discovered who my birth father was. What legacy it meant for me." She pursed her lips, and lifted her gaze back to him. "I worry a great deal about what the future might bring. What hatred and fear will cause people to do. Humans.. mutants..." She shook her head, "There's more in this world, in this universe than just us. Our differences shouldn't be what we fight over when there are whole other worlds and planets out there... Sentinels.. their programing. It's fundamentally flawed." She paused a moment, exhaling a breath as she pushed her hair back from her face, the green of it bright in the sunlight. "Mutants came from humans. Our X-gene, is a natural mutation. Just as blonde hair, or red hair or any other natural mutation out there. It's how species survive and grow and change. Cut out blondes from the gene pool, it will happen again naturally. Where does it stop? With humans that might carry the X-gene? With ones that might pass along the needed sequences for it to happen again?" She looked back to Sebastian, her eyebrows furrowed.
Bastion	"I'm changing their programming," Sebastion replies evenly. "And hardware. I have attempted to do this on a larger scale, but it seems there is a lot of fear related to me. Because of what I am," he continues. "Am I an evolution of Sentinels? I suspect I am. Am I here to change their path? I think so. That path isn't set. And what it is doing now isn't acceptable. I have informed Trask of this. He was not receptive about it. But I can't expect everyone to agree with me." He looks at Lorna with less pity, more just a studying. Is he scanning her? Of course.
Lorna Dane	A slow nod followed, and Lorna considered him as he spoke, "I'd heard as much, but given how you reacted to mutants before.. I wasn't entirely sure if that change was for the better." She kept her gaze on him, even as she settled her hand back on her lap with her purse as carefully as she had placed it there. Still, some of the caution had turned from outright distrust to interest in Sebastian. "I would imagine that Trask wouldn't agree, he stands to get very rich off the government contracts he's making with the Sentinels." She exhaled a slow breath. "And I did hear that you were from the future in some respect. I've met my fair share of people from alternative timelines. Of those trying to prevent the end of the world. Maybe you were sent here to prevent that. Maybe you were sent here to bring it about." She shrugged, "I'd like to believe that regardless, you can choose your own path forward. That you aren't trying to bring about my people's death." She paused once more, looking down at the electronic parts and back. "Does your programing tell you to attack me right now? Or does it not work like that?"
Bastion	Sebastion watches her, but seems to opt for honesty. "I've found that talking too much, or being overly honest about what I can do with Sentinels, has caused more distrust of me. More fear," Sebastion says, sitting back a little bit, but leaving his palms down on the table between them. "That I CAN do a thing is more of a threat than having done it at all. I tire of being in trouble because of my /potential/. I don't see a need to lie, but if you don't want to hear the answers, I'd suggest not asking them." Sebastion considers her, though, and states, "I can block your power use, to protect myself against you. I thought it might antagonize you, so I resisted the --- urge. It is urges, for me."
Lorna Dane	Lorna tilted her head, "People fear me for what I can do, not what I've done." She offered softly. "I'm the daughter of Magneto. And with that comes a great deal of fear, and hatred. I can sense people's electro-magnetic presence a great deal away. I can blow apart buildings, shut down electrical grids, create concussive blasts and many, many other things that people fear." She looked at Sebastian and shrugged. "Most of which I've never done and I have no intention of doing unless provoked. I would much rather just live my life and take care of my people in Genosha." She arched a green eyebrow upward. "I appreciate you telling me, if it makes you feel more comfortable, you can. I've been around power dampeners, blockers.. before. As I've stated before, I came to talk to you. Because unlike others, I try to not let fear control me. And fear often comes from the unknown."
Bastion	"Then you want to know what I think of mutants? Is that the bottom line?" Sebastion asks, perceptively. He listened to her list of comments about people fearing her and her abilities without too much reaction, though his gaze is pretty centered and focused. "I have already determined what you think of Sentinels, from your references to them. And I am one of those; there's no denying that. Nor would I, though I would say I find other Sentinels embarrassing."
Lorna Dane	Another nod, and Lorna sat, not necessarily wary, but watchful. Whatever worries or fears she'd had of approaching Sebastian had diminished or at least taken a back seat to her conversation. She still sat upright, her posture leaning forward only slightly. Her gaze wholly and completely held by Sebastian across from her. She exhaled a breath, "Bottom line, yes. You said you disagreed with Trask, but you didn't entirely say how. What do you think of my people, and myself by extension." She pursed her lips, considering. "I hesitate to compare you with the Sentinels of the here and now. I've never had a conversation with one. Other than to be blasted by one directly, and that was still just an older model." She seemed to take her time, "You have agency, thoughts, and I would be as bold to say emotions. You' are your own person. The Sentinels today... aren't there. They're following orders. And those orders typically mean trying to kill me and others like me."
Bastion	"As I said, I warned you about asking some questions," Sebastion answers. "I feel disgusted by what you are. It's like something I can smell. Like an evil presence. A threat to those I care about." With that said, with some emotion behind it, as well, he gives a small shudder, drawing his hands towards himself. r "Does that require me to kill you? Obviously not," continues the robot. "Is it programming? Something else?" He shrugs slowly, and watches her. "I don't like you, and you don't have to like me. Can that change? I don't know. I barely know what I am. I want to protect humanity: whatever that needs to mean."
Lorna Dane	Lorna seemed to still at his words, her gaze locked heavily upon Sebastian as he spoke and his words settled over her shoulders like a stony weight. Though her features remained placid, even and polite, her mind roiled with the frenetic energy that the words sparked within in her. She sat back, her eyebrows slowly drawing together as she fell silent for a beat, two, and three. Longer than perhaps was common in the course of a conversation. Finally, something seemed to be decided in her mind and she leaned forward, pushing up the sleeve of her blazer and holding her hand up toward the evolved Sentinel before her. Her palm remained up, flat and held out toward him. "What about me is disgusting to you? Have I done something to offend you in the course of our conversation?" She tilted her head peering at him fully and intently. "What about me is 'evil'? What about me is a threat to you? I have done nothing to merit that, just as you have not done anything to merit the fear I spoke to you of." She glanced down at her hand, "You say you wish to over come your programming, to be more than what it tells you to be, right? Touch me. A hand shake. I breathe, I feel, I think things, much like you. Much like humans, which neither of us can fully claim to be." She exhaled a breath, never lifting her intent green eyed gaze from him. "I am descended from humans. You were likely created by them. One way or another, neither of us would be here without them. What makes us so different from them? Something that we can't inherently change? Something that we have no control over? We're similar you and I, in more ways than one I've learned in this conversation."
Bastion	"It's a reaction. You just /are/," Sebastion says, as if it partially baffles him, too. "I see into you, and what has become irregular and corrupted. I sit here and stare at it, and it repels, like you might stare at a disease. Perhaps I am immune to this disease or virus that you have, but others are not." Sebastion does unfold his arm, and rotate it, palm up, not towards her. "I don't offer my hands to others, because I have weapons in my hands. It has different meaning, I think, when I put my palm out." He stares at her anyway, but allows his broad, muscular appearing hand to extend. He looks entirely human, and part of what protects him, a mild dampener, comes along as well: it will interfere with any aura she may have going on. His intrusion into proximity may feel innately dangerous, due to his nullify. If he grabs and holds, that could be very bad for a mutant: very very bad, indeed. His light eyes are steady, and if anything, there's some traces of that he does find her repellant, but is bearing with it.
Lorna Dane	Perhaps it was stupid, perhaps it was foolish, to risk herself and her safety to such an extent to prove a point. But she drew her magnetic fields close, even as his hand displaced them. It was almost as if he were diamagnetic to her, something she couldn't physically touch with her senses dulled and completely smothered in his presence. Yet she didn't move. Not an inch. She stared, fixated on him as he reached out toward her. It was a test to her, a test of faith. Who was correct in their world view? Her father, who had suffered so much at the hands of hate? Or the Professor, who believed so deeply in changing hearts and minds despite so much that had gone wrong in the world around them? "Why am I different? Is it just my X-gene? I have no control over that, I didn't ask to be what I am any more than you did. There are more things in this world, this universe than mutants. There are Gods, aliens, demons, magic, Amazons, and people from under the oceans. What makes me any more of a threat than a human with a gun? I haven't tried to kill anyone. I don't want to. I want to protect my people. Those I care about. Just like you." She spoke softly, and if he should touch her palm, she wouldn't move either.
Bastion	"I feel sorry for you, and your genes. I do," Sebastion says, with a sudden change in his expression. A sadness comes up from some well, deeply in there. His exterior, very military and controlled, shows a breach as he displays this real, strange loss. He does accept her hand, and doesn't do anything with it. She called him out: and he isn't afraid of her, not really. She's gross, maybe, but not something untouchable. Then again, if he can both touch her AND want to kill her, that's a level of lack of empathy that is horrifying. "I would burn this disease from you if I could. I have some ideas, to work towards that," Sebastion says, in a manner that signifies his hope, his positive view of it. "But for now I want to empower those that are powerless. Without crushing the innocent underfoot blindly. I am trying to follow the model set by your Justice League."
Lorna Dane	A sigh escaped Lorna's lips as his hand brushed against her own and she kept her own poised there. Her gaze not leaving his as she stared at him. "Don't feel sorry for who and what I am. I wouldn't give up who I am, the good and the bad. There are good people in this world, regardless of their genes, their parents, their circumstances. There are bad people in this world too. No one is any one thing. People are people. People, not just human or mutant. Sentinel or alien. Or anything for that matter. It doesn't matter what we are, it's what we do with ourselves that matters. The choices we make, that make us good or bed. People do things. To wave your hand and write off people for something they don't have control over is wrong." Her voice was soft, but passionate as she watched him, never moving an inch. "There are mutants that suffer because of their mutation. There are humans, born with physical deformities and mental ones. My X-gene isn't hurting me. It's not making me sick. But it's a part of who I am. Just as your abilities are a part of you. You wouldn't like it if I told you that I'd work to make you human, would it? Would you want to give up everything that makes you, you?"
Bastion	"I want that. I want to be human. I don't want to be this," Sebastion answers without even a little bit of a pause. "Again with questions you may not want the answer to." He smiles a little bit now, but it's not mean: it's sort of bemused. "I don't think that I always was this Sentinel. I think I was human, before this. If it would fix things, I would die for that. I would give everything for a better future." Sebastion draws his hand back, as if he found something disappointing in her. "Don't take that for zealotry or some death wish, though. I'm not foolish, and I can stop the Sentinels from being mindless death machines."
Lorna Dane	A slow lowering of her shoulders followed and Lorna pulled back her hand as he did, slowly. She folded her hands on her lap, watching him in silence for a long time. "I'm sorry, that was wrong of me to make that assumption. I shouldn't have done that." She offered softly, trying her hardest to be of the level best she could. To be that sympathetic person, that possible hinge. It was what she thought might be the difference between life and death. At least, she was learning things from him, regardless. "You want to protect humans, like the Justice League? Does that mean you'd protect them from other humans? From other threats that exist beyond our world?" She arched a brow and pausing in lowering her blazer's sleeve down, stared at her wrist for a moment. Her expression pinched briefly and she glanced back at him. She pressed a manicured fingertip to her arm. "My father before he knew he was a mutant was judged for his religious beliefs. Humans have issues, judging each other for their different beliefs. They believed that because my father was Jewish, that he wasn't human at all. That my grandparents, weren't human.. That they were less than human. He was taken away to a camp, and they took his name. They tattooed him right here. With a number on his wrist. And then they forced him to work in the crematoria. Where he had to shovel coals into the furnaces that burned the bodies of people over and over again. Humans slaughtered each other in the millions because of their beliefs." She lowered her sleeve down over her wrists. "Will you protect them from each other? From the next war that they decide to fight."
Bastion	Sebastion looks thoughtful at her question. "I don't know," he says, admitting it, with a quiet, grave quality. "I'm not sure what I will do, when it comes to picking sides within the group I mean to defend. I'm following what feels best to me. If an exterior force threatens, that is an easy choice. To repel that which invades: such as the fungus aliens." Sebastion frowns. "At this moment, lacking a fungus, I'm trying to make something from the Sentinels, to make them better than what I've seen. Does that mean taking them out of the hands of Trask? It does. His being human, or lacking the 'disease', doesn't make him good, either." Sebastion was looking down at the sentinel part on the table as he spoke, and he lifts his gaze slowly back to Lorna's. "I warned him. Absolute force isn't something I'll allow. He understood my point," says the robot, with a cool tone.
Lorna Dane	A rough exhale followed Sebastian's words, and she truly seemed unsettled at his words. That the plight of millions wouldn't necessitate him to stir against those that committed the actions seemed to disturb her in ways his previous words did not. Or perhaps, she was finally cracking beneath the pressure of trying to maintain her emotions and keep them in check. "Humans kill humans far too often. You can see for yourself if you look at history." Her voice was soft, and it held an edge of pain to it that hadn't been there before. Her green eyebrows furrowed sharply, and she folded her hands together tightly. "Did Trask disagree with you upgrading them in general? Or was it you taking away control over them, taking away his control over them, exactly?" She swallowed thickly against the bile that threatened to rise in her throat. "Do you mean to give them free will? Intelligence? Or to lock them into a sort of half life? I think.." She paused, and lifted her gaze from the parts in front of her back to him. "That's it's truly sad, a tragedy... to only know hatred and destruction. There's more to this world than that."
Bastion	"If an innocent group is being clearly exterminated, I would expect to step in, but that isn't the situation you proposed: there wasn't enough information for me to judge. Two sides killing each other in anger with justifications on both ends? I can't say. I don't know your hypothetical answer. I wouldn't just react, though. I am not going to assert what I think is right onto something like that. I feel like you do not agree, but that is fine. You don't need to like my prudence." Sebastion smiles a little privately. He made a joke, maybe, in his way. He's capable of being funny. "Trask wants to disassemble me; since he 'found' me." So that was clearly a no. "My first upgrade is programming. Mindless assault is not appropriate. They will kill innocents to get at a target. That programming has to change. I'm not granting them sentience. I'm trying to be very open about all of this."
Lorna Dane	A wry smile twisted at Lorna's lips, "Perhaps I don't, I see people suffering in any case, as justification to step in and do something. Too many people have died due to people choosing to wait and see." Thought she swallowed the bile in her throat, she kept watch on him with the same rapt focus she'd had before. "But you make a fair point, I didn't give you much in terms of a situation." She continued, her voice forced with a sort of calm political smoothness she'd managed to perfect while in Genosha. She'd worked hard to maintain an even tone, and to keep her expression under control when she needed to. Even if inside she was screaming. Of course, it didn't work around telepaths.. but that was another issue. "You are being very honest and open with me. I appreciate it. I have tried to do the same for you." She gestured at the parts on the table. "And you're upgrading their hardware as well. Making them smaller? More like you?"
Bastion	"Smaller? Not these, no. There's some design flaws in them that I'm fixing. These are too easy to hack into, for example. Some of that means better hardware. I'm not upgrading now, though, this is a repair. I have six Sentinels now, and enough parts for a seventh. This is part of number seven." He pats the piece once, and offers a bit of a shrug. "I intend to take a factory from Trask. Seven is better than six, should there be resistance I don't anticipate. If it is Sentinels, I will simply take it from him, and everything in it." Sebastion looks at her again. "The Avengers have said they don't want me to risk myself, by going. Do you feel the same?"
Lorna Dane	Lorna shifted in her seat, watching him as she stared down at the parts as he patted them and then back to him in a slow progress of her gaze. Particularly, as he spoke. Her mind seeming to reel from taking in what he said. Still processing everything about the conversation thus far. A pounding headache formed at her templess from how much she struggled to sit, to stay. To be polite. It physically made her stomach roil now, but she stayed. Perfectly poised. "I just assumed that giant robots were a bad way to go about not hurting innocents. People get in the way, they panic, and squish." She shrugged lightly, and as he looked back to her she met his gaze evenly. "Well, Trask wants to get his hands on you to take you apart. Likely so he can try to make sense of you to make others like you. Or something like that, right?" She tilted her head to the side as she watched him. "I think, if he managed that, a great many lives could be lost."
Bastion	"I will probably destroy or decommission almost all of the giant Sentinels, but I haven't decided. It's more important to stop them, than to decide their fate immediately," Sebastion answers. "I'm shutting down the factory. Not turning it into my personal sentinel spot," he adds, as if somewhat insulted. "There aren't very many molds. A lot can be slowed by destroying one, until I have a little more time to ? process all of this."
Lorna Dane	Lorna blinked and slowly shook her head, "I didn't mean to insinuate that, though thank you for clarifying regardless. You said you had several already, and spoke of taking over others if he chooses to use them against you. I still don't see the original design as being all that good at protecting anyone from anything is all. A lot of people were hurt in Gotham that shouldn't have been." She offered softly, that same soft and gentle tone she'd reverted back to rather than that passionate speech where her emotions were just at the surface of her voice. She thought back to a story she'd read when researching her father's history. She had poured over Holocaust memoirs, of survivors and their descendants. Trying to find something that could ground her to the reality of who she was, and who she was related to. There was a book, where a dying Nazi asked for forgiveness from a Jewish prisoner.. Before she had waved away the moral quandary, and moved on. Now, she a mutant, stared and spoke with Sentinel that told her she was diseased. Evil. Wrong. And tried to puzzle out some sort of meaning beyond the roiling queasy feeling that pinched and pulled at her stomach. Perhaps her father was the one right after all.. "Molds? What do you mean? Like the metal works molding?"
Bastion	"A mold is a larger Sentinel model which creates Sentinels." Sebastion doesn't take long to come up with a comparison. "It is a Sentinel much like you'd think of a brood queen. I am not certain if one is Sentient, I haven't contacted one yet. They aren't on the networks I access from here. It is, at the least, a large printer, and a vital part of production."
Lorna Dane	A slow blink and Lorna nodded once, surprised. She hadn't known that, didn't think anyone had reported that little detail either. It hadn't been in any of the reports she'd read, none of the meetings she had been in either. Everyone had thought that Trask himself had to assign orders or something like that to the Sentinels.. "Well, that explains why you want to go to the factories then rather than Trask himself. I always just assumed he'd have like a mainframe or something to just.. I dunno, type away his orders directly or something." She flashed him a sheepish look. "Which now sounds pretty foolish when I say it outloud. You'd be doing more than just speaking to Trask himself if that was the case."
Bastion	"I don't doubt that the mold is following Trask's orders," comments Sebastion with a snort. "All of the Sentinels do, ultimately. There are very exploitable backdoors for his commands, even to overrule those that he has sold them to. I have removed those, as I said before. I would say a mold is like a general, in the hierarchy of how they are connected. I'll share what I learn from the factory with the Avengers, at least. It is up to them if they want to share with you. I don't see a reason to lie to you, but I don't feel comfortable as an ally." Sebastion gives her a look that is much like earlier: he finds her disgusting in some way. At least he's honest about it.
Lorna Dane	A small shrug followed, her sister was part of the Avengers, and she wasn't about to out Wanda's mutant connection to him if he wished to think the Avengers a wholly separate entity. "I see. I understand now why you think it's worth the risk to attack the factory to stop his productions that way then. I didn't think it was that good an idea before. A factory just seemed.. pointless. A risk not worth taking." She exhaled a rough breath through her nose. "I can't say either way if it's still worth the risk to you. It's not my call to make. The Avengers would likely want to support you either way. I'm sure they would appreciate your candid thoughts too." She smiled, but it was weak, and she rose slowly, pausing only when she stood. "Do you ever take time to read books from this time? Or watch movies? Take time for yourself to enjoy life at all?"
Bastion	"While I was in my cell here for months, I was given some books, yes. I've been busy since I've come out of there," replies Sebastion, dropping his attention to the arm in front of him. He puts more attention that way, less on her: she may feel somewhat dismissed. He's done with the interview, maybe. "If you're asking me on a movie date, I'm going to have to decline," he adds. And then considers something, suddenly. He pauses, and then relaxes. It's apparent. "It has occurred to me I could turn off my.... I guess you would call it my awareness. I've done that. It's easier to stand your presence, now."
Lorna Dane	Intentions are so easily misread, so easily twisted based on point of view. It was common. It happened every day. Yet Lorna, for the life of her, hadn't entirely expected //that// of all outcomes. Her intent had maybe been to turn him to other options. Other thoughts in life, to understand that there was //more// to experience in the world beyond mutants and humans. Beyond the certain looming doom that seemed to weigh her shoulders down. Maybe at most.. suggest he watch Schindler's List or something to drive her points home. Not a date. Never a date. Pietro and her father were going to lose it on her. She felt that sickening knot form in the pit of her stomach. There was definitely no way she could turn off her disgust. But she kept her face polite, that mask she'd worked so hard to perfect in front of Genosha's council.. the cameras.. everything.. She swallowed another rise of bile at the back of her throat, and smiled. "So is that a 'Well, my senses don't tell me you're gross, so I guess a movie doesn't sound so terrible, now?"
Bastion	"I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but it's still a no," Sebastion says, not looking up, still working on his project. "I didn't delete my memory. And I cannot imagine what your motive would actually be for wanting to do that, beyond to study me like a science project. So let's at least be honest and open about things like that." He pauses. "If it isn't clear, I'm done talking, and I'm going to go inside to get other parts. If you have more questions later, I'll consider meeting again, but I think I've answered enough."
Lorna Dane	A smile twisted her lips as he spoke of not wanting to hurt her feelings, strange, how odd that he could try to be polite and civic and consider her feelings regarding a movie and yet tell her to her face she was disgusting, like a cancer. She shook her head, "Then I'll be honest. It's not a fun movie to watch on your own. But you should watch it regardless. If you want to see the extremes of humanity. It's a bit Hollywood, but it still has a lot of truth to it." She paused and considered, and went for it. "Watch Schindler's List. If you want to talk to me about it after, you can." She exhaled a breath, boneless in her shoulders the way she stepped away. "And if that isn't up your alley, I'd suggest taking a walk in the park. Take time to actually watch people. Listen." She eyed the parts on the table with a purse of her lips. "My motives are pretty simple in that.. I want you to see more of our time and world than what's been programmed into you."