I think we should hope for the best, and prepare for the worst.

Mutants, born with extraordinary abilities, and yet, still, they are children stumbling in the dark, searching for guidance. A gift can often be a curse. Give someone wings, and they may fly too close to the sun. Give them the power of prophecy, and they may live in fear of the future. Give them the greatest gifts of all, powers beyond imagination, and they may think they’re meant to rule the world.

I feel a great swell of pity for the poor soul that comes to my school looking for trouble.

For all my gifts, I have yet to possess the one I needed most. To be everywhere. To be everyone.

I still live in my mom’s basement but, you know… everything else is… It’s pretty much the same. I’m a total loser.