"Me? I don't do anything. It's you that does all the work. You sit there, so content with this life. Assuming things about me, about everything and everyone, so that you can stay content. You believe things you want to, and shun other things. But everyone believes something different. It's impossible for somebody not to."
"What do you mean?" the woman moved a stray strand of pearl white hair behind her ear.
"You believe the sky is blue, do you not?"
"Of course I do, it's clearly blue!"
"Ah, but on the other side of the world, someone believes the sky is black, and to a blind person the sky is the same as everything else."
"How is this answering my question?"
"You will understand in a moment, Storm, calm yourself. You sit and believe things so that you may remain content. I don't do anything. I just let it affect me."
"You let what affect you, may I ask?" is the question asked with an air of annoyance.
I lifted my gaze from her eyes to study the portrait behind her. "Your beliefs. If you believe something about me, it's true. The only problem is that everyone believes something different. All beliefs affect me. Therefore, that means that I am here, but I am gone. I age, though I never change. I understand, but I know nothing. I never help, though I keep things from happening. You wanted to know who I was, and what I was doing here at Xavier's. My name is Ossidiana Sempre. I am here for James, though you call him Logan, and I am here for the rest of humanity."