"I don't see how that's true," he argued, folding his arms and peering at her through the darkness. He had this vague sense of something at the back of his mind, a whispering realization, something nagging him since the first moment he saw her. But he ignored it, he had to ignore it because he wasn't willing to accept what had an inkling of truth. What she was trying to tell him. This woman- this woman- could not be what they both knew she was. "Everything is back there for me. My family. The X-Men are my family," he said in a softer voice, almost apologetic. His family were the ones who had been there for him and who he would gladly die for. Blood did not make family.