You are all my children, and you’re lost, because you follow blind leaders. These false gods, systems of the weak, they’ve ruined my world. No more.
You want to know my powers, know who I am, see what I can do? I’ll show you. Think of the person you love most in your life. Your wife. Mother. Daughter. Now that person will know what it is to lose someone they love. And live with that pain. Forever.[to his coworkers]
Superpowers. The weak have taken the earth. For this, I was betrayed. False gods. Idols. No more. I have returned.
Mutants, born with extraordinary abilities, and yet, still, they are children stumbling in the dark, searching for guidance. A gift can often be a curse. Give someone wings, and they may fly too close to the sun. Give them the power of prophecy, and they may live in fear of the future. Give them the greatest gifts of all, powers beyond imagination, and they may think they’re meant to rule the world.
I still live in my mom’s basement but, you know… everything else is… It’s pretty much the same. I’m a total loser.