He shifts in his seat a little and plays with the ice in his glass a bit. "And then there was the aftermath. A school full of students, but the majority of them depowered overnight, and what do we do with them? We send them home! No kind of aid, not a word of counseling, just a 'Sorry for the inconvenience, but you're not one of us anymore.' These were still our people, they were still victims in this 'war', but the Xavier Institute didn't want them because they weren't the right kind of mutant!"

He scoffs bitterly before continuing. "It was for them that I tried to find a solution to M-Day. Certainly, there was a biological imperative, being a member of a suddenly endangered species, but on some level there was also the idea of those disenfranchised and depowered that we'd turned away. I wanted to restore their place in our community."

He sighed heavily, and warily motioned for the waitress. "But that was a dead-end endeavor for a dead-end species, and the paltry results weren't worth the toll they took on me. You may remember how distraught I was when I returned to the Mansion."