Scott sits down at a table across from a shadowy figure. It's been a long and painful journey for Scott since that day ... the day everything changed.
Calmly, Scott begins to speak, "I've been on the road a lot the past few years. Some familiar faces joined me along the way as we taught new mutants how to gain control and understand their new abilities."
The shadowy figure sits quietly, not responding. Scott continues, "Jean kinda came back into my life. It's not my Jean but then again it is."
The shadowy figure shifts in place, "So did you find him on your travels? The bad guy?"
Scott pauses, "There is no bad guy. There's just, I don't know, life."
"I tried. You've got to give me credit for at least trying. Trying to help you make sense of things even when they were at their worst." The shadowy figure says as it becomes slightly clearer to see.
Scott pauses for a moment, thinking of something to say. "Anyway, it's good to see you."
"So why are you here, Scott."
"I never had a real house to grow up in. You know, a home. And I never felt I belonged anywhere. In my life, I was looking for that thing. Thinking it was out there, out there somewhere. All I had to do was find it." Scott pauses again. "I'm starting to think home was with you and me in that museum of a house."
The now blurry figure at the table moves to get up.
"I shouldn't have said that. I should of written something to say." Scott blurts out trying to keep the conversation going.
"Scott, people think they know what grief is but the truth is they don't. They say and do thing that sometimes don't make sense." The blurry figure continues to move, walking away from the table.
"Life has never been the same for me since I turned on Emma to achieve the full force of the Phoenix. Everything changed. I was finally alone, in that moment it was just me. Just me alone with my thoughts. But, I wasn't alone. I stared at you kneeling, pledging on the ground. The man I had always looked up to. The man that was, for most of my life, the man I knew as my father. The man I looked up to and whom represented what I wanted to be in life. I only knew you. But something's always felt wrong. My life, in that moment, felt like a lie. The force granted me the ability to see beyond what I knew and into something much worse. Something I could never image." Scott began to yell. "Everything I knew was a lie. The man I most looked up to had lied to me and others about everything. What was I to do then, in that moment. Should I back down? Should I let others see the truth? No, you were ... you were my father and now I wielded the one thing you could not. Fire and life incarnate."
The shadowy figure, now in full focus, stops and slowly turns in Scott's direction. "What would you have me say? You made your choice."
Scott sat silent, staring at the man before him, reliving that moment over and over again in his mind.
Charles, looking at Scott, softly says, "Why did you do it?"
Scott, clearing his throat, "Your eyes. I couldn't stand to see it in your eyes."
"See what?" Charles asked.
The moment again repeated in Scott's mind. Charles begging him to stop. His final words, "this is enough", were enough to send Scott over the edge. Scott became the very monster he once fought. Close your eyes professor. I promise it won't hurt.
"That I was the bad guy." Scott began to sob. "That he was me."
Scott's head sank into his hands. Charles continued to walk away.
That was Scott's last thought before the deed was done. In that moment, he ended his suffering, ending the pain of lost love. Jean ... dead. Corsair ... dead. Charles ... dead. The life as he knew it ... dead.
Looking up, Scott screams "I'm sorry professor. I'm sorry Charles." But it was too late. Charles was gone.
Gone forever.