You're right. Last time we just hit a relocation center with a fence and some guard towers. This time it's a prison. Their systems have improved extrapolating from other attacks. We've got an 86.5% chance of failure.
Lorna's risked her life for everyone here in this room. Harry, your parents would be dead without her. Sage, she pulled you out of a gutter and she got you clean. I mean, she's... she needs us.
I always told myself that anyone who was facing me in my courtroom was guilty. Told myself that I was the prosecutor, and that the law was clear, and if you'd broken it it was on you. Told myself that I was doing my job. And then I found out that my kids are mutants. They didn't mean to hurt anyone, they didn't mean to do anything. They were just defending themselves. But they broke the law, and with mandatory minimums they'll get at least ten years, maybe more. And a few days ago I would be the one making that argument. Before all of this I didn't understand, but I do now, and I'm sorry.
Congratulations. On figuring out you're one of the bad guys. So what? If you would've thought about it awhile longer you wouldn't of destroyed so many lives? Huh? You want forgiveness? Ask the little boy who I strapped into a bus while he screamed, begging to join his mommy in prison, where you sent her. You know what? Ask the hundreds of families whose lives you and your friends ruined. Don't ask me.
We want to fight for this. You've always said that there are things worth fighting for. Was that all just talk? You said it yourself, there are risks worth taking.
Yeah, I think. I can feel it, almost the way I can feel my auroral electricities in there, inside me. My baby. Our baby. I haven't even said those words aloud until just now.
They didn't just escape from jail. They're looking for me. These people, they need to know which side I'm on. And if this is my chance to make things right, I have to take it.
I was watching you with the Sentinel Service guy, and then I remembered something. Last week, the two of us started to have a conversation, and now that conversation's just gone. And now I can't go ten minutes without this memory of John coming back to me. I'm asking you straight up: did you mess with my head?
I don't have to understand anything! What you do is wrong! You decided that you needed to fix me, and now I get to live with the memory of loving someone I barely know, someone who doesn't love me.
Clarice, there's a federal building in Baton Rouge that we need to get into. I know it's a lot to ask, but we think there might be information in there about Sentinel Services and what they did to Pulse.
So, is that all? That's all we need to talk about? You need the 4-1-1 on your old Marine buddy, so I just blink you into a building? I'm just a portable door-maker?
Fine, if you're not gonna bring it up, I will. Your friend, Dreamer, stuck a memory in my head, without mentioning it to me, or I don't know, asking my permission. A memory I'm sure you're familiar with, because it's a memory of you.
Oh, I get it. You didn't want to tell me because you wanted to use me. FYI, you're not making this any better. I've got my own issues to sort out, my own people to find.
You know what it's like to lose your only daughter? Twice? You have no idea what I've been through. [to an off-screen agent] What are you looking at Suarez?
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Jace, when was the last time you slept? You're in no condition to be at work.
I don't know. I didn't know my dad much really. Even before he kicked me out for being a mutant. I was the oldest, supposed to run the family business, make him look good. Safe to say I disappointed him.
