Cassidy found himself back to back with Creed in the middle of the street, with dawn a memory and morning fully arrived.
“Glad you could join the party, Irish,” Creed growled. “You’re not half bad in the trenches, for a Mick.”
“If that’s your way of saying thank you, Creed, don’t bother,” Cassidy snapped. “Saving your life is not goin’ to be one of the proudest accomplishments of me life.”
“From where I’m sittin’, it looks like you got a ways to go before you can brag about savin’ my life,” Creed snarled.
But that smile was back on his face. He didn’t even have to tell Cassidy that he didn’t think he’d needed saving. Or that he didn’t think he needed any help at all. It was all there in that smile and in the way he scowled when he spoke.
As cold as it was, Sean couldn’t keep the thought from coming. He looked at Creed one last time and thought, I’m going to die for him. For a man that like as not deserves to be put to death himself.
X-Men: Codename Wolverine (1998) Christopher Golden