She has to consider that invitation carefully. All the seams it might rip, all the silence that comes from her as she thinks about it. She can almost hear Lucas and Forge, and Scott, in the back of her mind.

I am a mutant, she says, to clear that question away. I have telepathy and telekenesis. And. Several. Other things. One does not quite go about, telling even The Professor, or a young Professor before Professor-ship, that one can alter timelines, birth and destroy whole universes.

That one is both this and that, all at once, without divide.