"Yeah? So did the guy who blew a hole in my head to knock out the mutant race. Same with the one who took out Laurie."

The anger is building. Bubbling up in all the worst ways.

"Mutants are a plague, ImPorts are a virus. Things were messy but no messier than they were in our world, or any other world, until some dickheads with a bone to pick decided it was their call whether we all live or die. This isn't the time for jokes about statues, or stupid sideplans, this is..."

Kavinsky's last words to him that night bubble up every now and again. That's how people like Stark win wars... or lose them. He feels it. That they're on a slippery slope here, that neither Xavier nor Magneto ever actually won the wars they waged.

He closes his eyes, lets out an exhausted sigh and reopens them.

"Krakoa needs you more than it ever needed me."