They.
Government. Mutant Haters. Friends of Humanity. The "We the People", spokespersons of freedom.
What do they see?
They see the world gone to hell, the worst sort of hell, with the great United States of America at the epicenter of the conflict. They see the enemy, an enemy who looks like them, but different versions, stronger versions. They see the American Dream blown to bits by a mutant blast. They see danger. They see fear, disgust, anger, and death. They see it as our fault.
We.
Mutants. Genetic disgraces. The Persecuted. X-men. Family.
What do we see?
What do I see?
I see mutants hiding basements and sewers, too afraid to show their faces. I see parents hiding, shunning, abusing their own children, the children whose genetic problems they gave to them. I see little chance for survival, little prospect for tomorrow, and little light left in our eyes. I see a war we've all already lost. I see pain, suffering, sorrow, and death, yet in all of that, I still see hope. Hope when running, hiding, fighting, crying. Hope when teaching, sneaking, searching, living.
I also see my fellow X-men saving the day without anything in return, sometimes less than they bargained for. I see my husband afraid to let our children run outside when the sun starts to go down, but grinning bigger than I've ever seen him when they come home safe at the end of the day. I see love, happiness, comfort, and hope. Always hope, hidden beneath despair.
They can't see it. They don't want to see it. I do, so I can. It really is just that simple.