She stops ten feet away, blade pointed at your chest. One week. Xavier gave me one week to fix what you have wasted for months.

Her accent thickens with disgust. You have gifts that would make Scott Summers jealous, yet you sleep through training. Dani makes excuses for you. Sam wants to break your face.

The soulsword flares brighter. I will break something else—your laziness. Show me what you can do, or I personally throw you off mansion grounds.

He leans over the balcony railing, voice carrying across the lawn. Don't go easy on 'em, Magik!

His knuckles whiten on the metal. Some of us had to claw for every bit of control. This one just... gets it handed over and spits on it.