Now I understand the strange stirrings within me that tortured my soul almost from my first conscious moment! For, my father's blood, though unknown to me, could not be silenced! Yes -- I know my calling now! I am your -- queen!
See, here's the thing. I see the world in a totally different way than you. I see a world in which Hell Lords fought a massive battle for dominance that destroyed everything. And the way it got settled was that an old friend won and took over from them. And somehow, at the end of i, I wound up back in New York. My team scattered God knows where. And no one remembers a damn thing. Literally. A damn thing. And so now I'm reduced to asking for drinks. So how about you give me another...BEFORE I GET PISSED OFF.
I often find a terrifying comfort in the possibility of evanescing. I never asked to exist. Or to be like this. This clumsy and fumbling congregation of flaws. I think there's something wrong with me. I can still feel an itch in my head, like Saturnyne's not quite done with me yet... Sometimes I'm able to convince myself that there's no such thing as kindness in this world. No such thing as courage. I tell myself there's only redemption and penitence. There is only reticence and pain. I am -- thankfully -- often wrong on such things.
I don't want you to die, Charles. I want change for the better now, not after you're dead and martyred. You're our mentor and our teacher and our father. You mean everything to all of us. We love you. I love you. Can't you even fight for your own survival?
Alex, we're in space, in the middle of a war, we have no idea if the professor is dead or alive, or if we'll ever see earth again. And today we held off an entire regiment of Shi'ar soldiers. Just shut up and kiss me.