"Den you mus' be a mad man. I don' want to speak wit' you." Her lips were forming a frown. "I am no slave to de Xavier Institute. I want to be dere. I want to better myself. Sumt'ing you wouldn' know a t'ing about. you don' 'elp anyone but yourself 'alf de time! You play games wit' peoples lives. An' frankly, you an' your Grandpere deserve each other."

Her hand moved to her forehead. She felt a headache coming on...

"You know what's funny. Claimin' de Xavier school treats me like a slave, when you treat me as such."