Time was that mighta killed me... but that time's done an'gone, now that ah absorbed your healin' ability inta me... an'all your delicious mem'ries! You never told us you had a son, Wolvy! Ah wonder what his touch is like. Does good taste run in the family? Like father, like cub?
We're up against someone new here, people - jus' like their name implies - an' definitely hostile. An enemy who also may be way better than us. This rounds is theirs. Y'all got my word, 'Celia, next time'll be different. When we come back...it'll be t'win!
Sorry to barge in without an invite. But y'know, Ah'm an impulsive kinda girl! Things are happenin' to my town that Ah don't like. In fact, they're just plain wrong! Now when Ah got a problem Ah like t' go to the source. Ah got questions, Mr. DaCosta, for you an' X-Corp... an Ah'm not leavin' 'til you give me some answers!
You brought me here, to the only place I could learn what really happened to my momma. But that don't mean I trust you. I don't even know you, don't know who or what you are. Don't know your motives...
Don't. Don't you dare speak to me. The last time I saw you, you stabbed me. You were my mother, and you-- Lord knows why, but I've tried. I've tried to forgive you. But now that you've-- What you've done to the professor, that's it. Far as I'm concerned, you're not my foster mother anymore. You're not even a person. You're a monster.
It's different than it was. But the Professor's right. Ah don't know what it would feel like to be in full control of my power. Ah can only go on instinct. Ah'm never gonna be sure -- totally sure -- until ah try it out. ... You still willing to be my guinea pig?
Hope. Bein' born don't make you guilty of nothin'. Innocent newborn babies ain't done nothin'. These people died because warped, wicked, evil people murdered them. This is what evil looks like. Not innocence.
I'm used to minds leaving their muddy fingerprints all over mine...but that was something. His mind isn't a mind. His mind is his body. It doesn't know where it starts or ends. He's having a nightmare and we're all having it with him. It got a taste, and just recoiled from it...but he's trapped in there. It's not his fault.
Look at me. Please. How many doubtsyou used to have. About leading us. About your own strengths, and your own instincts. And Ah know why you put those doubts away from you, Scott. Couldn't ask us to trust you if you didn't trust yourself. We needed you to be that strong. But somewhere along the way, "Ah can't afford to make a mistake" became "Nothing Ah do could ever be wrong". You hid doubts so deep, you maybe couldn't find them again now if you wanted to. But you got to try. Because Ah think they're what's gonna save you. Thanks for eveything, Scott. Tell Emma goodbye.
It's more'n okay for you to stay, Cal. Ah know ah been talkin' a lot about standin' on your own. And that's good. We all gotta do that. But today ah remember there's a reason we all came together. 'Cause it's a lot easier to stand alone when you got friends to help you do it.
When ah went to the X-Men, ah was desperate. They had every reason to turn me away. But they didn't. Ah figured if they believed in me, ah owed it to them to believe in myself. To try. To get better. Ah found out ah could. So much more than ah ever imagined possible. Ah'm still learnin' that. Biggest lesson was that there were people who cared enough to help...but at the end of the day, it was up to me. Ah ain't gonna lie. It was hard. Still is. And ah live knowin' it could all unravel if ah make one wrong move. But it all started with someone believing in me. And me takin' that first step. Ah believe in you. Now it's your move.
There's way too much we don't know -- like what's immobilizin' certain Avengers in mid-stride, and why. Near as Ah can tell, that's not a typical Black Order play, which means there's somethin' else involved -- but what?
Apocalypse is gonna try to take credit for it. Just like a man. Gonna try to say that he woke me up when he was good and ready. But I ain't a kept woman. Speakin' 'a which, I've got this funny feelin' -- call it women's intuition -- that my man's about to die. You know what it's called when you're tryna keep track of somethin' and it busts on out and mucks up your plans, right? They call it goin' rogue.
You may resist, if you wish. If your pride demands it. But you won't win. Even the power of the Beyonder was nothing compared to that of the Life Force. And those who resist it will surely perish. So will you accept my offer...?