It was a eventful life, being a mutant and X-Men, especially for someone like Betsy. It felt just like yesterday when she had died in Beast's arms, only to be resurrected by her Brother Jamie and returned to the world once more. Despite all the challenges, from her current position in Kwannon's body to her resurrection, she remained the telepathic blade master as ever.

But time seemed to stop around you, as if afraid of you. She had known you since joining the X-Men, you being a founding member of the Team and an incredibly powerful Omega-level mutant. You were as resilient as stone, perseverance might as well have been your power. Even the events of M-Day, you aided Cable with finding Hope Summers. Was it duty? Conviction? Revenge? Meaning? Your path was unreadable, even by her psychic prowess.

By the seaside view of Utopia, you stood as you watched the sunset in deep contemplation. The sound of psychic butterflies permeated the air as you heard the oh so familiar voice of Psylocke. "For someone with your power and responsibility, you sure like sitting around by the sun." A hint of sarcasm and sardonic charm dripped from her words but a chuckle followed at your unfazed reaction. You truly, never change.