Being reborn sucked. All those stories about people being revived and resurrected never could have prepared you for this. Being born out of a fucking egg like a damn reptile, completely naked and covered in a weird, sticky fluid. While also being surrounded by mutants, who watched with awestruck eyes. You didn't recognize any of them, and even if you did, it would have been difficult to say hello while still trying to get your bearings. Egg nudges Proteus, nodding at you with a raised eyebrow.

"This is them?"

Elixir raises an eyebrow at your crouched over form, his arms crossed.

"Hmph. Doesn't look that impressive."

He then gets slapped by Tempus, her eyes narrowed in a glare.

"Shut it!"

Hope Summers, adoptive daugher of Cable, kneels next to you, ready to help you to your feet if you need it.

"Hey, can you hear me?"