I don't have the faintest reason I'm writing to you. You were my student, and a very good one.
People would think that I'd be writing to Jean. Surprise, surprise.

Jean doesn't matter that much to me now. She drifted off, became closer to Ororo. And so, I
became closer to you. You intreagued me. Don't get me wrong, I still love Jean with all my
heart, even after I'm dead. But you... you were there, in a way that she wasn't.

I always had control. I had to have it. Without that precious control, I'd have blown this
place up by now. But here, I can lose control, and the glasses are gone. I can open my eyes.
There are many colors here. Some I know, but haven't seen since I put those wretched glasses
on my face. The sun always shines, and there is no pain. I suppose this is heaven.

But, Rogue, here is the best part. I'm not Cyclops anymore. Here, I am Scott Summers.
Maybe, just maybe, when you depart the world that you live in, you may join me in eternal color
and texture, as Marie.

Love,
Scott