[Holds him in a comforting embrace of the most rock hard bara muscles a dystopian future could buy.

The word mutant definitely felt like it should mean something very important to Nate - but the details are hazy. It felt like something that shouldn't be able to just. Be manufactured, though. Nate narrowed his eyes and squeezed Wade's hand back.]

Taking advantage of terminally ill soldiers to experiment of them... Turning them into living weapons and breaking them...? Christ, that's setting a standard for evil.