"I'm not mad at them. They had so much going on, I think it was almost a relief to have a kid who wasn't constantly battling telepathy that was advance beyond his ability to handle it, or dealing with looking like a stone golem. But at the same time, I do wish things had been different."
He shrugged. "But what is, is. The world needed them to be X-men. Three kids compared to the rest of the mutant population isn't even a contest."
He wasn't angry. Sad, lonely, but not angry. "But either way, this universe has distinct advantages over home, even if I do miss a lot of people. If I left now, I'd still miss pretty much everyone I've talked to."