"King Arthur had a dream, too. Of a world where might served right, instead of subjugating it. His knights of the Round Table were the agents of that dream … and his sword, Excalibur, the Symbol of it. He died, the table was destroyed, his knights mostly slain — yet the dream survived. They became legend — and the sword, the means of keeping the legend alive and vital through the ages. The X-men thought enough of Professor Xavier's dream to offer up their lives. Is it so much to ask that we fight to preserve it? The sword Excalibur, represented Hope. It was light in the darkness of fear and ignorance and hate. Do we want — have we the right — to snuff it out? I've run my whole life. I can't remember when I wasn't afraid. I let people tell me what to do — because it's easier that way, y'know … saves you the from having to take responsibility for anything. Well, I'm tired of running. I want to make a stand. Because if I don't then maybe I better let the warwolves carry me back … to their make-believe world … where I belong. A world of illusion and artifice, where whatever sells best gets the glory … whether it's truth or lies."