Today, frankly, sucks. The whole last year has sucked. Everything sucks, and nothing sucks as more than this moment that finds David limping toward the train station. He isn’t in the same state as he was when he’s gone off to help with the Porter Defense. His clothes are torn and dirty and burned in some manners. But really, the worst part is the burns covering his right arm. Actually, no, it’s the slowly bleeding gash in his side that David’s pushing some discarded cloth to.

Somehow he’s gotten here, gotten back, and the Krakoan leader pushes past the gathering crowds. People part for him. Maybe it’s the injury. Maybe it’s the fact that they recognize a Synod Faction Leader. Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s mumbling technopath coming through.

In the end, he collapses near one of the control panels, broken down and tired. Only then he puts his hand against the panel, using it as a tighter focus for his technopathy, forcing his awareness into the systems.

“Okay,” he says to whoever is near and working on the system. “Where are we on getting this baby to obey our will? I’m diving in. Tell me where my efforts are most needed.”

Once he’s got it working a bit more, stewing in the back of his head, he looks to the milling, worried crowd.

“Any chance we’ve got any doctors here? Other than me? Otherwise, clean cloth would be nice.”

The pain he can push through. Not knowing where the people he loves are he can push through. Survival is what matters right now. And if nothing else, he was a mutant.

They found a way to survive.