The Torn One

Epilogue

Dear Diary,

Today is the anniversary of his death. I gave birth to his son two days ago. A bouncing baby boy.

I called him Daniel. I don't know why, but hey, it's a name. He's inherited his father's immunity to my powers. Now the next genetic milestone will be the emergence of his powers, if he has any.

In the courtyard, Charles had a statue erected. It's a giant statue of Joel, standing as was on the day after he woke after the fight in which he risked his life to save my life, his arms to the sky, and in his hands is a bird, the stone almost coming to life as you watch it. The bird is alight, but content, being forged inside the flame of Joel's power.

Under it in an inscription.

The Bird Never Looks Into The Past

Instead He Flies On, Into The Future

But We Remember Him, Who Fought Who He Was

To Forge A Better Future For Us All

Some would say it's grim. I quite like it.

No matter what though, I won't forget him. I don't feel sad for what he did. No regret.

He wouldn't want that.

Rogue.