"Gabrielle was an introverted but strong girl." Professor X lowered his eyes, lifted the wineglass from the coffee table, and recalled, "Though she was not very old, people respectfully called her Ms. Haller."
"I was drawn to her, but not because of what she showed on the surface. It was because of what lay deep within her heart—the things that caused her pain and torment."
Strange and Stark sat quietly across from him, listening. Though Professor X was a very kind old man, he rarely analyzed himself and almost never spoke of the past. If Legion had not run into trouble this time, this part of his history would have remained buried forever.
"Gabrielle watched her father die in a massacre." Professor X sighed softly. "Just as history records, the NAZI troops drove them somewhere and killed them. Young Gabrielle could only watch, unable to do anything."
"After growing up, she left Germany and lived like a normal person. She never told anyone how deeply that experience from her childhood had traumatized her. She kept enduring it until the very core of her being went completely mad."
"I saw her pain and treated her. I have to say, it was the greatest mistake I made in my youth—without question."
"Uh, because doctors and patients shouldn't..." Stark ventured.
"Not that. We never had a formal doctor-patient relationship. And the mistake I meant was not falling in love with her and having a child. It was that my treatment method was too crude."
"You didn't just erase her memories, did you?" Strange asked.
"Worse than that. I erased that memory and constructed a new one for her. I changed her background so that her father had died of illness, and her mother had brought her to Israel."
"But the biggest problem was