I promised a boy a future free of fear, only to watch his frightened eyes be vaporized inside his tiny skull because he believed in me. In the dream you had me sell. How many more of your bones will pave the way to Xavier's future, where we simper like beggars for tolerance? Your Professor's dream is dead, so I offer a new one! A home to replace what they stole from us, a new Genosha! We have gotten here by walking this man's path. We are left with but two choices, cling to this dying world or rise to your future and look down upon this fallen pig-sty planet!
I thought of you while away. Of when my sister faced her darkness and emerged stronger. A survivor. A phoenix. All this change? It’s all the same. Let us do what we do. Believe not in a dream or our gifts, but in each other.
God, you're suicidal! Or sentimental, maybe. Though either will kill you...
CCharles
Would we be here, helping the survivors, if we cared about staying alive? We care about others -- as do most, I believe! And if indeed, mutants exist--
People don't want to be better. They're already the best everything! Best tribe, best faith, they even fight over who's the best victim. These are tense times. Be mindful not to sound like you actually are a mutant.
Poetic, isn't it? The inevitability of my vision. Even now, Professor Xavier must pave the path to my dream in order to honor his own. A dream as crippled as its dreamer, built to die. You mutants lost at birth, too. The Neanderthal 2.0. Buggy stillborns flapping upstream, draining yourselves dry so that the tide can more easily drown you. See me. The future's tide. Despite this little toy you X-Men would use to abort the bond to my creations.
BBeast
Your creations are prisoners! Held hostage by ignorance and coercion! [Bastion blasts him with a laser beam, rendering him unconscious]
Think. Had the good professor taken me in when mother begged him, I'd be hanging here with you freaks. In the name of peace, tolerance, and equal opportunity suicide. Even then, fate got my back.
Charles Xavier wanted to help you! He came to your mother, but she was too afraid! You would have been one of the first X- [Bastion grabs her by the neck]
FForge
Get your filthy paws off her!
BBastion
I didn't ask for this, either. To be born with this... programming... This destiny inside me. The urges.
None choose to be born, Bastion, thus why we must never begrudge them being!
BBastion
Did you just try to appeal to my humanity? Look at me. Yet another reason why Operation Zero Tolerance must skip to final phase. [Bastion lets go of Storm's neck]
FForge
Slavery and genocide ain't enough?
BBastion
As I told Dr. Cooper right before she betrayed me and her kind, people are good. Too damn good. Thus, to protect humanity, I must protect humanity from itself. From the hearts that start dripping red at the latest token underdog. From seeing themselves in those that would use their same hearts against them. Tolerance is extinction. What is worse, is empathy.
You think peacocking makes you whole again? Think it rebuilds your past? If so, truly, you did not think at all.
JGJean Grey
Sinister, all I do is think. All this mutant DNA you stole to stay duct-taped together, young and relevant. But the Phoenix burns away the obsolete, the underbrush of our fears and insecurities.
Please! No! (Jean Grey, as the Phoenix, strips Mr. Sinister of the mutant DNA that gave him his powers. Mr. Sinister, now depowered and aged up, runs to Morph) Show me! Show me my face!
MMorph
(Morph changes his face and reveals Mr. Sinister's new, disgusting face) Looks the same to me. (Mr. Sinister runs away groaning and crying)
Lift the wool from your eyes, Nur. This so-called prophet has lied to you! He hides their true intent. They hoard the very machines we seek to destroy.