I see you haven't read the novel, Bobby -- which I assigned last spring! In it, Victor Frankenstein pursued his grotesque creation into the Arctic regions! And there -- near the top of the world -- he died!
Freak. Flatscan. Deadend. Genejoke. Mutie. Words. Powerful words meant to distance... to demean... to destroy the havens of self respect we each carry and nurture within us -- just as surely as they seek to rend the centuries old tapestry we, as a race, have agreed to call civilization. These words carry us away from the light and lead us marching, no -- charging -- into a darkness where prejudice and bigotry reign. Ugly, hateful words as weapons... and words that ultimately fail to achieve their intended purpose. This concert is about embracing our uniqueness -- the color of a man's skin, the choice of whom we love -- the right for your neighbor to pursue his individual religious observance. Isn't it also about learning to respect the person born with a torso fin, cursed with an optic blast, or blessed with the natural powers of telekinesis? Seeing past their differences, humans and mutants share a common unbreakable bond. No amount of words -- of derision, distrust, or disinformation -- can change the truth that each of us... man, woman, black, hispanic, jew, Asian, Native American, homosexual, mutant, everyone... underneath all the "words"... we are related. Wer are all family.
Those feelings are what mark Bishop as a great X-Man. They are his true power. His commitment to his teammates...to what the X-Men represent -- his spirit embodies what my dream is all about. He has chosen his heart over his past. He is, heart and soul, one us us. And few have paid a greater price.
This contact was a disaster! He way completely distruct me and my X-Men now. He's more dangerous than ever, to himself and everyone else around him. For his own sake - for the sake of the world - we must find him again!
We have awesome powers, my X-Men. It is our birthright... And, perhaps, our burden. But, as Valerie Said, with that power comes responsibility -- and also accountability. I owe it to the Fantastic Four...the Avengers... To everyone who was injured by Onslaught to go now. It is the right thing to do. It is the best thing to do.
With Hannah Connover lies the possibility of understanding the Brood better. Perhaps of even changing them. She is literally an embodiment of hope. In that, she represents part of my dream -- part of the very reason I formed you, my X-Men.
A new generation of mutants is emerging, that much is certain. They will be called freaks. Genetic monstrosities. [...] But they are emerging in the inner cities, in the suburbs, in the deserts and the jungles. And when they emerge, they will need teachers, people who can help them overcome their anger and show them how to use their strange gifts responsibly. They will need us.
My name is Charles Xavier. I am a mutant. And once upon a time I had a dream... of a world where all Earth's children, both mutant and baseline human, might live together in peace. This isn't it. This is today's reality.
I... I wish I could... but... I assume in some way, Wanda Maximoff gave me back the use of my legs because she wanted to show me what being a cripple really was... because I can't use telepathy... I'm not a mutant anymore.
His strategy was to show me my own folly, my own weakness. He made me relive every mistake that Charles Xavier had ever made. Every scrap of guilt that could be laid at his door. But the man who made those mistakes is dead. His failings and his failures died with him. I have the chance -- the possibility -- to be someone better.
Jean told me once -- that death and birth can sometimes be the same thing. That when your life stops, new possibilities open up. ... I'm glad I got to see you again, Scott -- and that I leave the X-Men in such good hands. Goodbye.
I've had years to reflect, to consider how differenthe is from the rest of his kind. Somehow he found a way to overcome his nature and live on his own terms. He's not like Dracula, Jubilee, not like Xarus. And you don't have to be either.
I was wrong. Not about me. About you. You've done what I could never do: You've united mutantkind and provided us a safe haven and a common purpose. You made it happen. Except it's suddenly not so safe. We've only just come into being, yet it may all be gone by this time tomorrow. Unless you make your first big decision as our leader a good one.
You're a Headmaster now, Professor Logan. Best accept the fact that you will never again seem even remotely "cool" to any of your students. And you haven't even started losing your hair yet. Which you will, by the way.
We don't have twenty years. The Shadow Kingyou fought is not the one you're fighting now. He's boosted his powers somehow, and he's on the verge of escaping into the real world. If that happens, darkness everywhere. You need to trust me.
There is something about the way the X-Men fight. Their history together -- all those victories, defeats, secrets, lies, betrayals, love and hate -- it makes them something only they can be. They fight for themselves, and for us, but also for what they are. Every battle is a statement. We are mutantkind. Look how beautiful we are.
You wanted to see what a world without the X-Men would have looked like. Today it looked like an alienparasite infecting a town. Tomorrow, who can say what it will be? Warren understood. You don't get to pretend that nothing is wrong forever. It catches up to you. So you all can have another of your pity parties and blame me for why your lives turned out the way they did. But when you're crying about how sad everything is, just remember... it doesn't matter. Either save the world or let it die -- those are the only choices you'll ever have. Come tomorrow, you'll have moved on and I won't even be a distant memory.
And with those laws decided, we must decide what to do with you, Mr. Creed... who has broken them. Do we believe that giving you one last chance benefits our new society... or are we better served by making an example of you? That no one is above mutant law?
I assured themyou could be trusted. And I'm assuring you now that they can be trusted. Allmutants can be trusted. We are in this together. Krakoa is not a prison. Krakoa is both our refuge and our fortress. And you would do well to welcome your friends... and beware your enemies.
Do you think I've completely given up on my dream of mutants and humans coexisting peacefully? Do you think I don't love you? Because I do. I do... and I want you to always remember that.Someone once told me that I've spent my whole life dreaming the wrong dream... And I'll admit -- the last month has been something of an education -- but there's a small part of me that will never stop believing in that dream. There's a part of me that will never stop believing in you. But it took one month before you tried to kill me. And you were going to try again today, weren't you?
Now? After all this time, you finally choose this institute? I am sorry, but I cannot provide it for you. I tried and failed that approach when I accepted Sabretooth into my care. I no longer have the compassion to forgive your actions -- or the energy to teach you to have it for others.