"... I may appear like de only one dere is, but you can find others. You got a good eye for lookin' for people who will do you biddin' . Like de boy at de Soiree." This was frightening to her. A small part of her wanted to go back with him. To just hug Alistaire Shaw and cry on his shoulder. But she knew better.

If she did that, what would she be losing? The chance to finally have her own independence? A life with someone who treated her as she always dreamed? The ability to prove she was more than a thug. The chance to finally be... good?

"Alistaire, I can' do it. I'm sorry. If you t'ink de X-Men own me now, complain to dem about me not bein' able to see you no more. Truth is, dey don' own me. Dey know dat if I go back wit' you, I become a risk to every student in dat school an' any trust for me goes out de door. I want people to look at me an' trust me. To not see me as a t'ug who will bash in a skull or two! I want to be seen for me... not as you pet, not as a minion, not as a weapon. Me."

"An' you know what hurts? I t'ought you were my friend... an' I DID love you at one point. But it hit me, you can' be loved. You can' be loved because you don' even know what dat is. I finally found someone who knows what dat is, an' feels de same way I do for him. You lost out on your chance for so much. I'm sorry."

She shook her head, shedding some tears as she continued to walk away from Alistaire.