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Meanwhile, the world sees Scott Summers as a hate criminal who committed preemptive Inhuman genocide. So what does it say about us? About the X-Men? That we're all dead set on doing exactly what Cyclops did? On destroying the Terrigen. Inhumans be damned.
You almost ruined everything. Your school will now have new mutants students. Thanks to me. And you just hope whoever writes your history skims over how the headmaster almost doomed the entire species when he tried to kill Hope. Imagine if you succeeded. There are people who get to judge me, Logan. I don't think you're among them. Thought that's your here, right? Judge and jury and... I know how Jean felt now. More than ever. I understand her. Even better than before. In a way you never will[...] I'm a dead weight now. I've done everything I can do. I die now, and I'm a Martyr. And in a few years, some rebellious little kid is going to turn up at your school with me on his T-shirt. "Cyclops was right".
Logan. You're angry now, but I hope in time you'll understand. The school has my best wishes and complete support. I have every faith you will teach the children in the spirit of Xavier and prepare them for the better world to come. I will keep them alive. You urged me to be the better man. I'd like to be that. I honestly would. But when you're being the better man, I don't need to be. Instead, I can be the man who does what's necessary.
I know now that I have to be vigilant. I cannot--I will not--let the Phoenixchange me. Inside all this power, I have to preserve the man I've always been. I have to remember why I fight. Because if I lose sight of that...what's it all been for?
Every time, Emma-- Every time we get pushed further into a corner... They'll never stop coming. We have been feared and hunted... We have become endangered... We are so very few. And, still, they keep coming for us. Now, even at our most powerful, even we do the favor of remaking the Earth into a more livable place, even then... Mankind feels bold enough to send their heroes here to steal our innocent-- to take away our tomorrow... I've finally figured out why... it's them. Men know that regardless of their endless sins against mutants. Their heroes will protect them. They will do what their leaders think needs to be done. I will tolerate it no longer, Emma. It changes now. No more Avengers.
Don't be scared. I'm Scott Summers-- and well, first off you don't have to be scared. We reject Norman Osborn's pogroms against mutants. We reject the hate crimes of Trask and his ilk. It seemed to us the people of the United States wanted us gone, so we left. But we won't be pushed, prosecuted, persecuted, or punished any further. We seek peace and to live peacefully. Whatever happens next... is beyond our control. But all the same. The whole world is watching.
Despite our differences over the years, we shared one thing in common: we were there... For all of it. We lost friends. Buried sons. But we never stopped... Until I broke things. I broke hertrust. I broke our team. I broke hisfaith. I've broken everything ...But we don't get to quit. I can't absolve my sins. But I can make the world better today. Our people need me, and I'm going to fight for them. You would.
As far as I'm concerned, they killed -- they killed everyonehere. And if we don't do something about it, these deaths will only be the beginning. The Terrigen is loose. It can reach every Mutant on Earth. There is no safe place. To the Inhumans, Terrigen is life, but to us... it is death. I will not accept that. I will do whatever it takes. Whatever it takes to save our people. As of this moment, we are at war. We are Mutants... we protect our own.
If you, if any of you, come back for Jean... if you come anywhere near the planet Earth ever again... I'll kill you. I'm not joking. If I even hear you're thinking about it, and believe me, we'll hear... I will bring the entirety of the mutant race, the Avengers, the Fantastic Four... I will bring a hellstorm of Asgardians, mutants, Atlanteans, and Hulk monsters right down on top of you! We brought this much fight right to you in one day! I'm telling you... stay the @#$@#$@ away from Earth.
The Professor used to tell me. The most important part of leading wasn't personality, tactics, or training. It was doing whatever it takes to get your team back alive. Bring them back, Sam. Every one of them.
I can see you looking at each other, and wondering. I'm telling you now -- don't. We work as well as we do because we know and trust each other. The moment we withdraw that trust -- start to be afraid that the enemy is among us -- the Skrulls have won. The truth is, they didn't see us coming. If they had a sleeper here, they would've planned and fought this differently. So we win or we lose together. And in case there's any doubt on that score -- we're going to win.
You've just taken another hit from an emp weapon that temporarily shuts down a mutant's physiology. You're powerless. We don't like when people like you give the rest of us a bad name... Face it...you're no Magneto. When you regain the ability to form words, I've got a serious question for you... What did you do to my teammates? More importantly-- what did you do to my wife?!
This message is reaching every known mutant in the world. Good, bad, friend, foe...whoever you are. Wherever you are. We want every mutant left to know this: the X-Men are very much alive. And San Francisco is now a mutant sanctuary. Any of you -- and your families or loved ones -- are invited to join us here...and know safety and protection our kind has never known.
What I remember most... the image that suck with me more than anything else... wasn't the blood. Wasn't the gore. It wasn't my teammates helping the poor girl. It was her wings. These poor, sad fairy wings, trying so hard to catch the sunlight and reflect it, just bashed all to hell. These magical things--ruined. I swore I would find whodid this to her.
So now you know. What you all wanted to know. Risking death. People staring at you down microscopes only to find ways to rip you off, wipe you out or control you. Pain, and dealing with it... That's what it's like being an X-Man.
I'm not a machine, Emma. I feel anger. I feel sadness. I feel doubt. But mostly? Closure. They've all gone back to the school. I don't want to do that. Why would I want to do that? I feel like I've finally graduated.
When I was a kid, when I first discovered I was a mutant a man saved me. His name was...Charles Xavier. And this, today...this was the beginning of his dream. Of mutants and humans living together, working together, coexisting together...and it breaks my heart that...he didn't live to see...
Whoever sent it, took it back. And let's call it what it is: whoever is behind these Sentinel attacks is officially stalking us. And until they show their face I have to think about who I can really trust. I have to think everyone is a suspect. Our stalker is doing more than trying to kill us. They're trying to taint the world's image of us. These violent displays are meant to compound people's fear of us. Well, $%#&, you're an idiot because we don't need your help making us look bad. But I promise you this... I'm going to find you. I'm going to find out who you are.. and god help you then. You think you know me? You think you know what I'm capable of? That is everyone's mistake.
You made a disastrous tactical mistake and you refuse to even admit that you made one. You don't listen and you endangered everyone on the team. The X-Men have lost members because of carelessness and arrogance... Never again. You're out.
That's why. But I tell you this... ...I'm sick of this game. I'm sick of being hunted! I'm sick of not knowing by who or why! If it is S.H.I.E.L.D., we just went to war! If it's someone using S.H.I.E.L.D. to get to us and S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't care enough to put a stop to it... ...then we just went to war.
Our last chance!Okay?! We have nothing left but threats! We fought for them and they hate us! We fought alongside them and they kill our children in the streets! We pack up and move to an island and they destroy it! We move to another one and the $#%&#$% Avengers storm the #$%& beaches! We're supposed to be the next step of human evolution yet we've become an endangered species. We're everything they are not and we're a shadow of our former selves! All we have left is threats. The threat of revolution! The threat of a fight that we hope they don't want! So, yes, I got in front of any camera that would show my face and I looked their world in the eye and told them--They better leave us alone... I stood on the bridge of the Helicarrier and I threatened them... Because nothing. Else. Has. Worked. Xavier is gone. Logan is gone. I watched Xavier die at my feet and I thought if I don't do something to kickstart it... The dream is really, truly dead.
These are some of our most dangerous foes and most difficult problems. And it's just us out here it seems. So if anyone wants out now, I understand. No judgement. But if these are the last days of the X-Men, I'm going to set things right. Or die trying. Any of you with me?
No matter our differences, no matter which side of the country you chose to live on or how many other teams you decide to join, I always thought that at the end of the day, when push came to shove... nobody was more X-Man than Wolverine. I need to hear you say it, Logan, one way or another. I need to know, here and now... Avenger or X-Man, friend of foe... who are you?
Your powers put you in a unique position, Rogue. You can absorb people's powers and use them. Often in ways they don't use them. That can be very valuable to some of the young mutants. Mutants who don't necessarily know how their powers work. They need someone who's been there. And you're the patron saint of been there.
Sinister. Magneto. Apocalypse. Idealists, every one. You can't buy yourself off this by saying you meant well. ... The core you built the rest of us around was a lie. You took us apart and reassembled us, the way a soldier does with a rifle, but at the end of the day, Professor -- a soldier goes into battle himself.
That's why I am a leader. The blind leading the blind, maybe...but a leader nonetheless. A leader because I'm prepared to take the fall, and because I'm prepared to make the hard decisions. Such as the one you made, Mom, that day you pushed Alex and I out into the sky with a single parachute between us. Because a leader knows, it's not so hard to die for your people. It's hard to order your people to die for you. And leading with certainty into an uncertain future doesn't require sight. It requires vision. It requires holding on. And no matter what happens, never letting go.
Our last chance!Okay?! We have nothing left but threats! We fought for them and they hate us! We fought alongside them and they kill our children in the streets! We pack up and move to an island and they destroy it! We move to another one and the $#%&#$% Avengers storm the #$%& beaches! We're supposed to be the next step of human evolution yet we've become an endangered species. We're everything they are not and we're a shadow of our former selves! All we have left is threats. The threat of revolution! The threat of a fight that we hope they don't want! So, yes, I got in front of any camera that would show my face and I looked their world in the eye and told them--They better leave us alone... I stood on the bridge of the Helicarrier and I threatened them... Because nothing. Else. Has. Worked. Xavier is gone. Logan is gone. I watched Xavier die at my feet and I thought if I don't do something to kick-start it... The dream is really, truly dead.
To save us, Prodigy. The Eternal Phastos gave them the power to watch over and defend any emerging species, whatever was the most promising from an evolutionary standpoint. They believe that humanity is preying on mutantkind, and they intend to defend us. By whatever means necessary.
Okay then. We do this. You're all soldiers-- you know the faith I have in you-- but it's time to roll the dice. Because all-out war is simply not an option for us. So we're going to fetch that head. And we're going to get that body. And we're going to resurrect Dracula.
Here's the thing I've figured out, Dad. There's no end to the number of things on Earth -- or, hell, out there in the universe -- that want to kill us. They never stop coming -- they never will. We're all the same that way. So, sure, I'm a fighter -- I will never stop fighting for what I believe in... but I also live here, surrounded by the people I love. So I'm done focusing on the things that want me dead -- and I'm choosing to spend my days focused on the things that make me want to live. Okay?
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...?
Scott, given what happened, it occurs to me...with our separate schools, we may be fostering isolation, an 'us vs. them' mentality. Maybe we should promote more fraternization between our students. Baseball games, say, like the East and West Coast Avengers used to have.
No offense, Hank, but I'm not running a school, I'm preparing my kids to survive genocide. We don't have time for baseball. Wolverine feels differently. He took half the kids and reopened our old school in Westchester. You may want to call him. He might think it's a good idea.
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.
I was trying to make psi-contact. With the Professor, or maybe with Emma. But I picked the wrong moment -- the moment when Moira struck. The universe turned inside out, and I was carried along with it. So this is just my mind. My body is half a universe away. And whatever Moira did to me severed the link.
You think this is noble, what you're doing here? I assure you, it's not. Even if you manage to blow up with one Sentinel, there are still thousands more out there, and you'll be casting us right into their midst. Tell me... How is that helping those children?