"Or maybe it just found god and got all psycho," Clint offers. "Happens to white Christian dudes often enough..."

The waiter chooses that moment to come by and take their order, which Clint does eagerly enough, still considering the question of Legion and robot murder. Once the waiter moves off, he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"Well, I mean, you're a human. Are you okay with human-murder if we have to stop someone who's hurting a lot of people and can't safely contain them?"