Cerene repockets her makeshift weapon. "I have to start classes soon. Like. With people. And lessons. It sounds stupid," she murmurs.
"Yeah, they're always going to sound like that. Think of it less as a class, and more as a ton of work that there's no way to get out of doing." Deadpool pauses. "Or... something that's not like that."
Cerene cracks her knuckles. "...so I get to go to hell to make the adults feel better."
Deadpool hmmms. "I suppose I did just make it sound like that." He drops the duffelbag on the roof by his feet. "You see, it's like horrible secret military programs. You go in thinking it's going to be bad, then it is bad, then you get done and make a ton of money by wrecking a garage full of expenisve cars. Then you meet a little girl on a roof and tell her the story. Who then goes to school because this story was great." Yeah, school is like that. Thanks Wade.
Cerene raises an eyebrow, and turns her head to peer at Wade.