“Three things tell a man: his eyes, his friends and his favorite quotes.”

I'm not a leader now. I'm a whole damn army.

How do you know your Colossus is the genuine article in the first place?

I read his mind.

I matched his DNA.

I smelled him.

I also did that.

May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.

Everything is so fragile. There's so much conflict, so much pain...you keep waiting for the dust to settle and then you realize this is it; the dust is your life going on. If happy comes along--that weird, unbearable delight that's actual happy--I think you have to grab it while you can. You take what you can get, 'cause it's here, and then...gone.

I'm sorry. But it's like you said, Emma...I don't have any claws.