Entry: 1013XFP
Subject identified: Scott Summers, a.k.a. Cyclops
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Well, it might not have seemed so simple back then, eh, Scott? Some people say you were getting arrogant, and maybe I was, but I truly cannot say.
Yes, here I am in the streets of New York. Alone. I doubt most people look out for the shabby guy with the weirdly colored glasses. That’s me, of course. To them, I must seem to be fairly drunk, muttering to myself. In truth, I’m just recording my thoughts.
Care to peek into my soul? I don’t remember where I heard that, but it fits now. Here I am, going through the motions of my soul, amid the ruins of New York left by Onslaught.
Of course, Jean will know when I get back to the mansion. It’s hard to be married to a telepath, even if she is your soulmate. I remember our wedding day, I remember the song Lila Cheney played for us. "We’re one, but we’re not the same, we get to carry each other…" That’s just about it, she seem s to know everything there is to know about me. I can’t flirt with Psylocke, but I have to ignore Logan and Remy
I’m not even too sure why I’m doing this, why I want to walk through the streets of New York at night, in the middle of the rain. Bobby used to say I’m the king of angst, but tonight I don’t wanna angst, I don’t wanna brood. I just want to walk, is there anything wrong with that? Just forget that I’m heir to Xavier, just forget about everything. I’m happy the way I am, can’t they see that? I’m happy even if my wife’s unrequited lover just wasted my grandson, I’m happy even if the whole world goes to blazes, I know I can get home at night and have a good night’s sleep, after some interludes, with my lovely wife. I’m happy.
I do believe in the Dream. I believe in the coexistence of humans and mutants, I believe in everything I’m supposed to believe. I believe enough to go tom Hong Kong in a few hours, as per Storm’s request, to search for a clue to the cure of the Legacy virus. I believe.
But just let me have tonight, even if it’s selfish, to be with my wife.
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