[With a grunt, Cable stands up and takes off his shirt. Underneath is his now familiar half-metal, half-flesh chest. His real half is covered with deep bruises, and a bandage is taped over his abdomen. He traces the places where the metal has met flesh, bursting from the surface and corrupting the flesh.]

This is a virus. A techno-organic virus. I was infected with it when I was a child. It's still active. Eventually, it'll likely kill me.

[He says this close to a monotone, as if he's divorced himself completely from the truth of it all.]

My eye is part of it as well. I hold the spread back with my telekinesis. I'm... I'm not sure what might happen if it's left unchecked.

[Cable's thinking of that dream, where Logan saved him, all the to virus spread over walls and engulfing the dead. He's terrified it might happen just like that.]