Entry Identified: IWTV01

Subject: Bishop

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So, that’s what it’s come down to, right? Pouring out my feelings to a computer. Sure, Scott can rationalize it as simply verbalizing traumas, but I know it’s just a cheap ploy at a compu-shrink.

I don’t know what bothers me most, the fact that I was right, or that I was so totally wrong. It seems to me, day after day, all I’ve thought about has been Onslaught, Charles, the Traitor. Sure, I try not to think about how strange it must seem to Gambit especially, that I was right and there was a traitor. But I was so wrong, because if Charles was to be responsible for the deaths of the X-Men, I am now responsible for the deaths of millions.

She stirs. Even with her strange physiology, more avian than mammal, she is a beautiful sight, Deathbird. For a moment there I thought she was really angry at me last night, when I was reading her records. Typical of me to mistake arousal for anger. Shard would have been laughing through the whole night. She always said my XSE training would be worth nothing, and it would be the female who would take the upper hand in an encounter.

As I was saying (to myself, and this blasted miniature Doc Samson), I am responsible for the deaths of millions. My whole future, in fact. Of course, I know it was a living hell, and some people might have actually preferred never existing, as is now the case. But Shard’s words ring true: it seems I am trying to save the whole world, not just my sister, just as I promised to my grandmother.

I have been getting fairly suspicious lately as to who she was. How could I not, living with her in the very same house? The Wind Rider has her eyes, her regal demeanor, her soft tone of voice. Strange, to be attracted today to the same woman who, some 70 or 80 years later, would hold my hand through my earliest nightmares of Emplates.

Yes, Deathbird is definitely getting awake. I guess it’s time to put this diary behind me, for now at least.

ENTRY 345AF finished. Recording complete.

"Bishop?"

"Yes?"

"You wanted to know my real name, until I burned the records. I will tell you, if you tell me yours. I wonder what kind of backwater, earthian parent would name his child as such"

"--- Sometime, Deathbird. I might even tell you about my grandmother. After all, the cruise is long, and we have to make this an eventful journey."

THE END

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