I'm grounded. Not like when you get in major trouble with your parents and they say "You're grounded!", meaning you can't go anywhere. But I'm literally grounded.
I didn't used to be – I used to be able to soar through the air whenever I wanted. I could fly; not with wings, but just using the air currents around me. Flying was one thing I was really good at – it was the biggest part of me, who I was. I'll never forget the look on my mom's face when she came out of the house and found me soaring around our backyard like an eagle.
Mutant. It's been used as an insult, meant to make us feel like scum of the earth. But I never felt like that. I loved my power: it made me complete, alive. No longer.
And what's the point of living if you're grounded forever?
He's gone. I didn't want to believe it, but I saw it with my own eyes: Wing lying on the floor of the Danger Room in a pool of blood, still as – well, death.
I knew he felt awful after losing his ability to fly, being "cured"…so why did I say that to him? He asked what I would do if I were "cured", and I said I'd jump off a cliff. But I wasn't really serious. I didn't think he'd actually do it. Suicide, Wing? Was that really the answer?
I can't help but remember all the fun we had together: Danger Room sessions, movies night with the others, goofing off during Ethics class even though it made Miss Frost mad. And I have to ask, why? Why would you do such a terrible thing, Eddie?
And why didn't I start calling you my best friend until now?