You know, this is getting a little personal.

Ever since I escaped that flesh factory in Korea... something's been off. See these dice? Any other time in my life, I could roll a seven or a boxcar with every toss. But these days... it's nothing but snake eyes. I've lost my luck. I knew it had to have gone somewhere.

I used to carry scars. From what XENO did to me. Physical scars. Emotional scars too. But when Colossus and I took out that train laboratory, when I laid on the tracks bleeding, I asked him to edit out all the pain. The Five clipped out any memory of everything that had happened. And now I'm thinking that was a mistake. Now I'm thinking I need to go back. Back to the past. Back to Xeno.