He'd been powerless to stop this. All of this. His brother was dead, his other siblings were powerless, and he was alive, and had his powers, and was going to get better. Sure he'd been shot in the chest thrice but he was resilient. Sam was resilient. He sure didn't feel like it right now, but he knew it was true. If it weren't then he'd have been dead a long time ago. As you sat by his bedside during his recovery he found himself telling you stories about Jay, about his childhood, even about his dad. He sighed, "Ah took Jay flying once. Before his powers came in...and...I remember he told me. He said that he wouldn't hate bein' a mutant..if it meant he could fly."