"Oh so very wrong. She created what I think was an illusion. People were caught up in it, worldwide. I don't remember it much, I don't have those memories. I just know that those who got their memories back fought her to try and get the world back to how it was. In the process, her father killed her brother in anger. And she said three words in her grief."

Three words that haunt those mutants who know them. And in his time, they all know them.

"No more mutants. The words of a reality warper carry a lot of weight. My whole universe was made by one we think, called the Demiurge. The other reality stopped and world flowed on like it hadn't existed, save for those who remembered it was fake. Except... Except words carry weight. Before that day my people numbered in the millions. By the end of the month there were one hundred and ninety eight mutants. Most lost their powers overnight. For some it meant being nothing more than human, like me. For others it meant death, because their powers could no longer support their altered physiology, or they had been doing something their body could no longer handle, or because of bigots murdering us, mutants and former mutants alike."

He's shaking, so he sips more port to try and steel himself.