"X-Men's just a name," said Kamala, shaking her head. "The X-Men live, inside. Not just by their deeds or their powers. But what they do to change the world."

Kamala bit her lip as she reached up and peeled her mask off slowly, brushing her long hair away from her face. "I met Logan, in the sewer of Jersey, chasing down a guy I called the Inventor. He was this big, parrot-headed crazypants clone of Thomas Jefferson but that's besides the point."

Taking a breath, Kamala pushed on. "The point is, he had lost his healing factor, after I mentioned we both have similar powers. But after a massive sewer gator fight, I asked him a simple question: Is it possible to help people without doing any harm?"

"He said no, it isn't. Pain cycles. You can help people without harming them, but it always cycles back to you. I didn't want to believe it for the longest time, but it's the best advice I was given. Pain might hurt, you might miss people... when they're gone. My Logan is gone, and I didn't even get a chance to see him one last time. But making sure that you use the chance he gave for a brighter future? That's something worth taking the pain for. And believe me, it hurts."