"They kill me." Her voice was soft, sad, but no tears. "My friends, sometimes my enemies. They kill me and the Phoenix resurrects me."
Jean still couldn't look up at him.
"I keep telling Emma that the dreams don't control us, that we write our own destiny. But she's worried about being a horrible person. I'm worried about being so terrible and powerful that I have to be put down. So I lie, and say it's going to be all right, but it can't be. Not if I'm the Phoenix."