kitty/emma.
Maybe once upon a time, we could have buried the hatchet. I thought maybe we had when I got fused to that bullet.
I know what grief makes people do, and I am sorry for it. But it's what you do with that grief that informs the kind of person you are. You chose to mess with your own team's heads and created the same monster machines that were killing us to go after another group of minorities. I don't know if I can get over that.