Quinn looked at him, confused about his hatred. "Who's that?" she asked. Caim looked at her like she had just asked who God was. She frowned. "Why is everyone getting so worked up? It obviously seems like a really big deal that she's in the government but-"

"Have you ever heard of the Mutant Registration?" Ms. Dugan asked. Quinn nodded. Of course. Any mutant alive at that time had heard of it.

"Senator Kelly was in charge of that," Mr. McCoy explained. "But, as you most likely know, since we are all in this building, it was dropped due to lack of funds for holding cells for those who denied. Now that he has passed, his daughter is bringing up the issue again."

"And unfortunately for us, she has all her father's knowledge and more," Mr. Xavier added.

"And the fear of mutants has been growing since then," Ms. Munroe continued.

"So you guys think that the Registration will be passed?" Quinn asked.

"We must consider the possibility, but I doubt that it will," Mr. McCoy replied.

"You children have nothing to worry about," Mr. Xavier told them, wheeling around to the center of the room. "There has only been talk, no action. We don't need to fear something that will most likely not come to pass." Despite his words Quinn could see concern in his features. He was just trying to comfort them but saying this, trying to calm them down and not have them freak out.

Which clearly wasn't working.

Caim looked up from where he had quietly been standing near the wall. "Mutants have nothing to worry about?" he repeated slowly, the words forced as though they were hard for him to say. "What do you mean nothing to worry about?"

"Caim," Ms. Dugan interrupted, warning evident in her voice.

"Mutants have everything to worry about!" he continued, his voice rising. "If the registration gets passed then…" His voice trailed off as he visibly tried to control himself. "If you let this thing get passed and mutants don't register then they'll be thrown in jail because the Government will think they're hiding something. But if they do register and the Government thinks that a mutant's power is too dangerous, they'll be thrown in jail anyway." By now he was standing up straight, starring the Professor dead in the eye like there was no one else in the room.

"Caim calm down," Ms. Dugan told him.

"I believe that mutants have quite a bit to worry about," Caim finished, his voice scarily calm. Quinn swallowed and hesitantly took a small step away. The best analogy she could fit the situation with was the calm before the storm. Caim looked like he could be set off at any moment, though at the present time he looked like he was trying to keep calm.

"Caim, would you step out with me for a moment," Ms. Dugan said. It wasn't a request, it was an order. Quinn looked over at her, wondering why she thought he would listen to her if he hadn't the first time she spoke.

Mr. Xavier addressed the woman although he kept his eyes on Caim. "One moment please Ms. Dugan, I want to hear what Caim has to say." He rested his elbows on the arms of his wheelchair and clasped his hands together. Caim stuck his hands in his pockets, but not before Quinn could see that they were beginning to shake. Ms. Dugan must have noticed as well because she let out a hard cough and Caim quickly glanced at her before looking away.

"They treat mutants like they're something evil, something to be destroyed, and sure, some are more monstrous than others…" His voice trailed off and Quinn watched as he shifted, as though nervous. "…but why do they treat all mutants like that?"

"Fear," Quinn replied. "They're afraid of all of us, no matter what our powers are. We're unnatural to them."

"Quite a few animals are unnatural to us as well though," Ms. Munroe pointed out. "but we study them in their habitat and only perform procedures on one that are dead."

"They regard us as less than animals," Quinn replied. She looked over at Caim as he pulled his hands out of his pockets and shook them out. As he did that the room seemed to get a degree or two warmer and Ms. Dugan took a step towards him. "Caim. Outside. Now."

"I think I get their whole plan now," Caim muttered. "I think I get it…" He looked up and around the room, locking his gaze with every person. His eyes gleamed with a slight madness, and Quinn took a step back as he looked at her and kept her gaze. "They want mutants to register to lock them up. But what about the mutants that don't like this? The mutants that will fight to get the others freed?" A demonic smile spread across his features, but tears shone in his eyes. The room got hotter. Ms. Dugan took another step towards him, placing herself in front of Quinn.

"They want the fighters to fight, because it gives them an excuse to kill them." His eyes widened, as though he only now just heard what he was saying. He turned his gaze back to Mr. Xavier and he honestly looked like he was going to kill someone. "They're doing this whole thing to give themselves a way to kill mutants!" A snarl resounded around the room and Ms. Dugan grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around to face her. Suddenly her sleeve caught on fire and she backhanded Caim across the face, sending him crashing backwards into the chair behind him.

A scream caught in Quinn's throat as she rushed to help him, but Ms. Dugan caught her around the waist. Ms. Munroe knelt down beside Caim, who was slowly sitting up, his hand to his bend head. "Leave him Ororo," Ms. Dugan told her associate. Ms. Munroe looked up at her but took a step back, understand that Ms. Dugan was probably one of the best to be able to deal with him. Quinn struggled weakly in the teacher's arms, her eyes never leaving her friend. The fire on Ms. Dugan's sleeve had dispersed the minute Caim had been knocked back, and only her burnt sleeve was there as evidence that it had ever happened.

Mr. Xavier sighed and looked at Quinn. "Miss. Morr, perhaps you should go back downstairs. I don't believe that Mr. Reglin will be joining the festivities any time soon." As if to accent his point Caim groaned and set his head in his hands, his entire body shaking. Ms. Dugan released Quinn but pushed her towards the door as she did. Mr. McCoy stepped up to Ms. Dugan and inspected her arm. Ms. Dugan shot Quinn a look that was apologetic, but told her that she ought to leave. Reluctantly Quinn left the room, knowing that this was one memory she would never forget.