"Someone who loves their abilities, and doesn't hide it away in order to fit in better?" She gestures with a gloved hand towards his legs. "Or someone who doesn't have to hide it? Because they've got everything going for them?

"I was taught, at your school, that my powers were nothing to be ashamed of. Being a mutant wasn't. Though I had the entire world and personal experience saying otherwise. My abilities were just as much disabilities. But somehow, you got rid of your powers that you take so much pride in. You got rid of your abilities, your disabilities. Good for you." These were the sorts of things she would never have told him, before. But now, all of these latent feelings were coming out.

"So even now, if you could help me, I don't think I'd want help from a man who doesn't even know how hard it is anymore. Who's been able to take the easy way out his whole life. So yeah, I'd say it's hypocritical. You've got a long way to go before you become the man I look up to and respect." Her voice is cold and her eyes flash with anger, her accent rising with each word.

"I think this conversation is over."