[With a nod he holds out a hand, stepping back from Kurt a few paces at a time, and unsheathes his claws. Waiting for the cuts in his hand to heal almost entirely, it’s hard to see just what’s different about his usual state of being until he take a step closer, inflicting the last little nicks left between his knuckles into the same singular space on Kurt’s hand.]

He answers Kurt’s reaction with tired shrug.]
It’s fitting I guess. You know I’m good at hurtin’ people.

[Credit to Nightcrawler for being so much faster than him in figuring out how this place controls you. The last thing he wants to do though is snuff any remaining hope his friend might be holding onto here.]

Hey. [Stepping to Kurt’s side again he throws an arm around him, reeling him in with a crooked elbow around his neck.] It don’t mean you can’t. There’s probably just some new limits. You’ll figure it out.