Outside Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in the real world, Polaris dragged a reluctant Havok toward the school gates. Havok struggled free from the arm she was holding and stood at the entrance. "Don't drag me in. I don't want to see that annoying Scott!"
"Isn't he your brother?"
"Then isn't Quicksilver your brother? Don't you hate him?"
"Fine, but you have to come in with me." Polaris turned to Havok and said,
Havok helplessly scratched his hair. "Lorna, what's gotten into you? Just a few days ago, you were complaining to me about how boring class was. Why are you running off to this school now?"
Polaris looked at Havok and said seriously, "Didn't you hear Professor X? Those new Mutants who are nearly ten years younger than us actually brought back an alien spaceship!"
Polaris sighed. "In my memory, it feels like we only met not long ago, but several years have passed in the blink of an eye. We're not children anymore. You, me, Iceman, Rogue, Shadowcat, all of us—we're no longer the newest generation of Mutants."
"So?"
Polaris tilted her head and lowered it, without the slightest smile on her face. Havok sighed as well. "Lorna, I know you've always seen yourself as the leader of the new Mutants, the strongest among our generation of Mutants..."
"Even if you never said it, I could tell. Being Magneto's daughter has put a lot of pressure on you, and you've always believed you were capable of taking responsibility for the Mutant future."
"But looking at things now, it seems there won't be any place for me among Mutants anymore." Polaris lowered her head and kicked a pebble beneath her foot. Yet the next second, she straightened up, planted her hands on her hips, and let out a long