[Al's remarks hurt. He can't deny that, though it takes him a few seconds to understand why. It was the first time he could remember openly stating that he would take a hit for someone, and it wasn't out of self-pity or a wish to escape guilt. Not this time, anyway. After all, what was the point of a healing factor if he couldn't put it to use? Wasn't this what good guys did all the time? Willingly put themselves in danger so that other people could be safe?]

Wouldn't have just been for you, y'know.

[Deadpool suddenly stops, hesitant about finishing that thought. He was about to say how it would have been for Ed's benefit as well as Al's, how he wouldn't have wished the killing of one's own younger sibling on anyone, no matter how big the stick up his ass was.

But he doesn't know how to articulate it. He's not good at these kinds of talks, he's starting to realize. Besides, he doesn't want Al to think he's wallowing in self-pity again. A nonchalant laugh forces its way past his lips.]

Never mind, forget it. You're right, I'm just being an idiot. I'm just... sorry it had to happen to you, that's all.