xp_communication | Email to Scott Summers - or, if we're being pedantic, to Cyclops

To: (Summers, Scott)
From: (Colbert, Marie-Ange)
Subject: I must be insane, to email you about this after being so adamant that I never would

I was going to talk to you much, much later about this because I had not even made a decision until just now. And I am not entirely sure I have made that decision yet, because I have to have a very, very long conversation with my parents. I suppose the Professor will have to have one with them as well.

Doug told me that you were going to make him train, and I do understand that it is not for the X-men, but just to teach him that he was stupid. Even if I think he knows. In the course of the conversation he and I were having, I said that I had been thinking about it. I have been. Only thinking. Doug having any sort of training is not my reason for emailing you, though his injuries are part of why I made this decision. After Doug and I spoke, I spent time thinking about why I was considering the idea.

I asked you if I could help before, and you suggested that I volunteer in the infirmary. I did not clarify what I meant at the time because I thought perhaps you were dismissing my abilities. I think I know better now, and that it was simply my not being clear as to what I was offering. I am precognitive. My visions are unclear and uncertain. But I do not know if that is due to the nature of my power or that I am simply inexperienced with it. Nathan and I have been training, Dr. Strange has given me some advice. It would be a waste of my gift not to try to use it to assist the X-men.

I would like to start training. Physically, mentally, whatever I have to do. If I had recorded that vision and you had access to all of it, Doug might not have made that foolish decision.

I have also been neglecting my other gift. My images are not as flimsy as they were a year ago. A wall I made several weeks ago held back small demons - at least, I believe they did. Mr. Marko may know better that I do. I was concentrating on the wall. More importantly, or perhaps in a more balanced sense - swords I made in Asgard were as sharp and solid as real. Paige used one, she can tell you.

I want to help. If it means fighting, then I will. I do not hide from fighting, even if still do not enjoy it. I am not the shy, scared girl I was when I arrived here a little more than a year ago.

What do I need to do?