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To: Xavier, Charles
From: Dane, Lorna
Subject: Polaris

Professor,

I've spent a great deal of time thinking recently. I've thought about responsibility. About power. About helplessness. I've thought about overcoming obstacles and about protecting.

When I came here, I needed to learn. Knowing what I can do and how I do it was and is my primary reason for being at this school. I've never been here because I wanted to be around "people like me," whatever that term might mean, and I've never pretended that I was. I wasn't here to become some sort of superhero. I don't like the idea of putting on a uniform to try and change the world. I don't think that being an obvious mutant who fights will make us more accepted. I don't think there is any reason that we should be doing other than leading normal lives.

In the past year, we at this school have been attacked numerous times. Whether old enemies or new ones, trouble has sought us out over and over again. And there doesn't seem to be any signs that it ever will stop. The students here seem quite willing to seek it out if it ever does. And so I find myself with a dilemma. Because while I don't believe in fighting, in a world where we ever need to live in any way but normally...we are not in a normal world. Last month, a renegade clone of one of my good friends took down half the mansion. This month, my roommate is in the med lab. Six months ago, my boyfriend was in the hands of a witch who used him as a human battery. And those are just three blips on a radar that is crowded to bursting.

I have training to be an X-Man. I never thought I would be asking to be allowed to use it.

But I am.

I would like...no, that's not quite right, I don't like it but I want to be a full team member. Not just auxilary, not just in reserve for when things get really bad but an actual member. I won't stand by anymore and let others take the risks. Not without standing with them.

--Lorna