For a moment, the Professor’s arm had reached out, almost to perch his hand against the younger mutant’s shoulder. But hesitation took him, and his arm lay back by his side. “You’ve certainly come a long way since we first met, Scott.” He said first of all, before nodding his head. “Yes, it would seem that way. However, I felt it best I speak to you in person. I — needed to know you were quite alright, son.”

Hesitation. It was warranted, but even the Professor's concern for him was still plain as day. Scott turned his head away slightly as the Professor spoke and then quietly replied, "Depends on your definition of 'alright', I suppose. Most I run into tend to think I'm crazy or think I'm running around committing random acts of violence on humans." Scott shook his head and tried to keep the more stressful thoughts out of his mind. "I'm fighting for what I believe in, Professor. I.. just can't stand by anymore and watch mutants be punished simply for being what they are."

+cyclopticblast

  "Touched a nerve, have I?"

"Make excuses all you want. You were the one with the trigger and you pulled it all the same. Not that I’m judging you, Scott. The old bastard had it coming, anyway. You saved me the trouble of doing it myself." 

"I've accepted responsibility for what I've done, but I don't revel in my sins like you do. Besides, you aren't the only one who's fond of reminding me of what I've done. Is that all you wanted? To taunt me?

+cyclopticblast

  "And I’d heard you’d offed the chrome dome in a wheel-chair. I’m still laughing at the irony!” 

"You can blame the goddamned Dark Phoenix for that! You have no right. No right."

Open

  "Ah don’t know what t’believe sugah. Ah know ya had that damn Phoenix. Ya killed him cause he didn’t agree with ya. Ah may have never been the biggest fan o’ the man but he didn’t deserve t’die the way he did. An’ do ya know what Ah’ve had t’deal with since ya killed him?"

"Then you should know that the Dark Phoenix was the cause and that I'd never do what I did had it not been in control of me. I'm not saying I'm not responsible, but you should know more than most people that the Phoenix causes people to do things they have no control of. I really tried.. but once the Phoenix Force was whole again in me I couldn't do a damn thing. And.. no Rogue, I don't. You may not want to even speak to me.. but I'll still listen."

+cyclopticblast

"What’s the matter, brother? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

"You could say that. Heard through the grapevine that you'd been killed. Guess that wasn't the case.."

Open

  "Ah should Scott, but what would that change? Ya killed the Proffesah but killin’ you ain’t gonna bring him back."

"Whether you believe me or not.. No one feels worse about that than I do, Rogue."

+cyclopticblast

"Oh, this should be good.”

".. You're telling me."

Open

"Did ya say somethin’? Ah wasn’t payin’ attention."

"Better than you wanting to punch my head off my body."

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"You need something Mr. Summers?"

"How are you, Noriko? I'm sure you know of everything that's been going on with me as of late.. but I was curious about your stance on the whole thing and whether or not you'd like to join my team."

Scott Summers! Where the hell have you been!?

"Keeping busy, as you can imagine. Lots to be done and plenty of people to hate me for it."

         ”Ain’t really here nor there on the matter.  I know, sure, but — hell, you gotta do what you gotta do.  It’s the rules to survival; sometimes folks need a little shove.                                You here try’na recruit me on this crusade or somethin’?”

"I.. suppose you could say that. Think of it as an invitation. You don't have to answer now, and if you're not interested, that's fine. If people want to join me I want it to be completely voluntary."

Magik’s appearance in Uncanny X-Men #014, art by Chris Bachalo, written by Brian Michael Bendis

  "Yeah, I dunno, doesn’t sound like it. Sounds like she talks a lot." She smiled when his lips pressed against hers, and she closed her eyes for a moment, smoothing her hand down over his shoulder and pressing it against his chest, but keeping herself tucked close. Draping one leg over his hip, she fanned her fingers against his jaw, drawing her thumb over his lower lip.

Just like that someone could make you forget about all the things plaguing your life. Even a woman like Emma Frost. When her fingers touched his bottom lip his lips puckered and individually he kissed her fingers. Emma's skin and nails were perfect. She wouldn't have it any other way. 

"She does like the sound of her own voice but.. it's a pretty sexy voice, so I don't blame her." Scott was whispering, but small bursts of laughter could be heard between his words. A hand came up to take her own after he'd kissed it. He gave it a squeeze and then brought it down to rest on his chest.