Feels like somethin' outta fairy tale. [A pause, a look at the charred symbol.] Or a nightmare.

[But there's no judgment, really, in that phrase. Just acknowledgement. Because it's a harrowing sight. It's supposed to be.

There was something that felt right about it. Looking at the spade on the ground, knowing the heart was in her pocket. Like it was a sign. That, strange as this place was, different as the circumstances seemed to be, she was where she was supposed to be.

Maybe it was time she got away from the Institute. This time with no way to go back. Learned to stand on her own a bit more.]

I've never been in a war before.

But I think I'm gonna be.

[Logan said they were gone. The professor, Jean, Scott. Without them, there would only be more violence. The Institute itself would be in danger. There'd be no avoiding the fighting.]

Guess this'll be the start.