“Mutants exist because of my family. The original Mutants were my family. Every innocent person they have killed, every human they have turned, and all the f****d-up stuff they have done has been down to us. That blood is on my hands.”
Elizabeth didn’t know how to respond. She sat in stunned silence for a few moments, but the way that Sawyer looked at her was enough that she realised she had to find some words, no matter what they were. He thought she wouldn’t love him anymore if she knew the truth, and he was as scared by her silence as he had been before he told her.
“How can you possibly blame yourself for the things people like Olivia have done? That isn’t your fault, it doesn’t matter who the first Mutants were anymore.”
“It f*****g does matter, Elizabeth. Everything that my ancest
