"I understand both Bobby and Jean's viewpoints, as well as Miss Pryde's staunch refusal to call me anything but betrayer and murderer. I just don't see any of that being useful in the field. You were always at your worst when we managed to divide you."
She turned the lights on in the foyer, looking into the living room, and what had once been a little boy's room. She eyed the toys and clothes, a wistful sigh sneaking out. She'd never be able to have children of her own. With her mutation so wild, she was unsure whether she could trust her body to keep a baby alive.
It was half the reason she had taken to teaching so eagerly, and stuck with it through disaster and heartache.