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Slym is right, Nate. It's necessary for you to disguise yourself because there are many people who fear and hate what they don't understand. But there will come a day, I promise, when you'll be accepted-- respected-- for who and what you are.
If you're trying to see which one of us can make the other one more angry... you win. The difference between us is you project illusions... sure, good convincing illusions! I project reality! Your darkest fears! The real you!
We're not going back. I've seen what is going to become of our lives. I've seen everything that gets us to this point. I'm not having it. No. We go back, and Charles Xavier, you said it, Charles Xavier will read our minds and know what Hank did here, and he will mind-wipe all of this from us. We'll never know that no matter what we do in the course of our lives as X-Men... we end up in torture and disaster. And disaster. All of us. Everything we're going to go back and fight for ends in my death, Charles Xavier dying, and Scott becoming everything he says he despises... and if that's the way it's going to be, if that's our destiny, then we have to make sure it was worth it. We have to right things here. We have to do what we set out to do. We put things the way they're supposed to be, and then we go back. Xavier can mind-wipe the hell out of us. Hell, I'll do it myself.
No. Their thoughts are manic -- madness -- driven by the fear of their queens. Scott, you need to imagine the control each of these queens must have. It must be absolute. Total. Imagine living your entire life as a predator -- hunting whatever you felt needed to be hunted. Consuming whatever you desired to consume. Just consider what it would be like having millions of your species -- millions of your race -- willing to die just so you could have more than what you already had. Consider the appetite of it... the power of it. Try to imagine what that must feel like. Now imagine something unexpected -- unforeseen -- that could take all of it away from you. And worse than that... it would turn you into that which you have lorded over for thousands of years: a drone. How badly would you overreact to this threat? How badly would you want that threat to die? These queens would sacrifice everything to hold on to their power. That's the threat the King Egg is... They will kill everything that stands in between them and the King Egg. Everything.
As Scarlett O'Hara said, "Tomorrow is another day." And, perhaps, a better one. Provided we have the courage to face it. We all live with demons, Ororo-- that, a telepath knows better than anyone-- the chalenge is, do we rule them... or they, us?
I-I don't know. I don't know why any of these things are happening, but I do know that we are back. The X-Menare back and we're not going to let it happen anymore. And you're with us now... you're here and you're not alone.
When I look at her now, she's not the Phoenix. She's not even the high-and-mighty Jean Grey. She's just... me... and she's confused and scared, too. I can maybe... somehow... I can help her... spare her. Spare myself.
What do you want, Emma? An apology? You're right.That was a huge invasion of privacy. It was last ditch, desperate and gross. But I'm not sorry... you were hiding the one thing on Earth that might just help Jean survive the Phoenix Force.
I don't want you to get hurt, but you have to understand... The more you annoy me the more I can't help thinking about deconstructing you, molecule by molecule, memory by memory... until there's nothing left but screaming, traumatized atoms.
I know everybody's worried about me, Hank. Everybody thinks the Phoenix Force is turning me into some kind of cosmic destroyer, but it's not like that. I have trouble with the rushes, but I'm okay, really. I think I can make things right here. This isn't the first time Emma's been disembodied. So I'm thinking I could maybe fuse the diamond molecules together telekinetically. Maybe I'm over-reaching... Can you think of a pink door opening, Hank? Thanks. Okay. I'm reading all those medical textbooks from your memory. I wouldn't want to put her heart in the wrong place. She loves him, Hank. Emma has actually fallen in love with my husband. It's almost funny. Wake up, Emma. Scott needs you. Wake up.
I know that was meant to hurt me... but I got to see my husband one last time. And that was all I wanted. I'm done now. With all of this. I won't play god with you anymore. And I won't let you hurt me or the people I love ever again. All of this -- using people, playing with their lives, building fake worlds -- it's not right. It's not fair to do that to me -- or anyone. I know I asked for your help. I don't know why you gave it. And I don't know why you keep coming back. Of all the beings in the universe, you chose me. That used to make me feel special. Now, I don't feel anything at all. I was supposed to die on that shuttle all of those years ago. I know that now. But you keep bringing me back. You want me to be something I'm not. Something I'll never be. And I wanted things from you. Things no person should have. I don't know what you are. What your role in the universe is, but it's not here. It's not with me.
You constantly remember Phoenix, Scott. And Madelyne Pryor. There are all these negative images of women who you thought were me at various times, and all their memories are marching around your mind wearing this outfit. But I'm here with you, I'm standing right in front of you, and I'm tired of their ghosts. I claimed the name "Phoenix" as part of a plan to claim this identity. To empower myself. I'm tired of suppressing my abilities just because I'm afraid that exploring them might upset you.
I know your heart is in the right place, Scott - that you're only doing exactly what you think Charles would do - but sometimes you make me want to reach inside that tight little mind of yours and shake loose some consideration!
Thanks. It's good to be back. It'll be nice... to go back home. It'll be good to rest... to heal. But first, we need to figure out how to extract the weaponized Klyntar from their hosts... and take them all back to their world. We still have some work ahead of us. Most of the Poisons are dead. I get this psychic impression, though, that there are still some out there... Friends... andenemies... Who somehow survived being severed from theirqueen. I think it'll be a long time before we fully understand these creatures. I could sense what the poisons wanted... I could feel how frightened their were. I know something about them, though. I was connected to them... to all of them. I've never felt such fear. No matter how powerful they might have become... they were all afraid. In the end, that was what defeated them. The bond we all feel with one another.
I'm always Jean. And I'm always the Phoenix. I died. I scattered in a trillion directions. And then started to pull together again, outside the White Hot Room. But I'm starting to see now. Parts of me... Parts of me never came home.
No.Their thoughts are manic -- madness -- driven by the fear of their queens. Scott, you need to imagine the control each of these queens must have. It must be absolute. Total. Imagine living your entire life as a predator -- hunting whatever you felt needed to be hunted. Consuming whatever you desired to consume. Just consider what it would be like having millions of your species -- millions of your race -- willing to die just so you could have more than what you already had. Consider the appetite of it... the power of it. Try to imagine what that must feel like. Now imagine something unexpected -- unforeseen -- that could take all of it away from you. And worse than that... it would turn you into that which you have lorded over for thousands of years: a drone. How badly would you overreact to this threat? How badly would you want that threat to die? These queens would sacrifice everything to hold on to their power. That's the threat the King Egg is... They will kill everything that stands in between them and the King Egg. Everything.
First I can't get over the fact that they purposely made Wolverine... and now I can't get over the fact that after they saw what Wolverine turned out like, they thought it might be a good idea to clone him into a teenage girl.
Do your other super hero pals love your pessimism as much as we do? Or is it an acquired taste? Don't go changing on us, Scott Summers. If you let yourself relax a little, we might think some sort of pod person has taken your place. Speaking of weirdness and acquired tastes... let's report to the boss.