[Future him. David scoffs. Future him may or may not be a harbinger of the Demiurge that has lost everything that resembles humanity. So he doesn’t like thinking that far ahead.]

Sorry, if memory serves, you’re the one prone to fucking with time, not me. Still don’t believe you. Because going there would mean acting like what you did to us didn’t happen. How you left us all adrift for months because you couldn’t fathom having to be an X-Man. It would mean forgetting how your choices mean I know what the scent of burning human flesh smells like. How you abandoned kids because they were ‘merely human’.

Hell, everything before San Francisco is more than enough to prove how bad you are.