the summers family
"its hard to completely slit a metal throat."
"would you like to 'hear the baby's thoughts'?"
"when will thier lives every be their own again?"
"come on, little girl. it's okay."
"cyclops -- you're a father!"
"a little girl who's lost her father."
"my son's in there, somewhere..."
"mr. sinister will will and you... nathan christopher charles summers... will help me do it!"
"so i guess maybe that means you are... mine."
"day 784: the day your mother, hope summers, died in our arms."
"what?! stryfe was nathan christopher summers. son of scott summers and madelyne pryor, right?"
"my son -- nathan --"
"then there's no choice, is there, scott? none at all."
"hope... as your father, you've got to listen to me... go with cyclopse and get off this ship now!"
"i'm going to find the x-men... and set it right."
"no! i know from experience, how terrible it is to lose a son."
"sigh. of... course it is, sweetheart."
"scott summers! i asked for a little help!"
"and once that fire's lit, everything will change."
"have you ever felt it?"
"i have... the moment i first held you."
"this little girl -- she's my only priority."
"i am your son!"
"i'm sorry, hope."
"what are you going to do about it?"
"one minute before dawn, kid. we're doing fine."
"nathan... nathan, please... please say something..."
"nathan."
"nay-nay."
"hope, this is scott summers. they call him cyclops, and he... he's my father."
"so long as you're fed and war -- and loved -- you're happy. we should all be so lucky."
"so tell me -- what'd you have in mind? you were maybe expecting me to carry the rings?"
"and the instrument of that ultimate obliteration is none other than the innocent you've come to rescure: cyclops' infant son, nathan christopher!"
"nobody needs to cry for nathan summers."
"hang on, little girl. its not over yet."
