Who are we? Are we simply what others want us to be? Are we destined to a fate beyond our control? Or can we evolve? Become something more?
The mind of a psychic is a fragile thing. It takes only the slightest tap to tip it in the wrong direction.
I know who I am now. I am not simply what others want me to be. I am not destined to a fate I can’t control. I evolved beyond this world. This is not the end of me, or the X-Men. It’s a new beginning.
This whole time, we’ve been trying to protect these kids from the world, when really, we should’ve been protecting them from you.[to Charle]
The women are always saving the men around here. You might wanna think about changing the name to X-Women.
Sometimes you want to believe people are something that they are not. And then, by the time you realize who they are, it’s too late.