Vincenzo coughs, it seems that his body's started to decline once more. It's time to decide which part of his body he should sacrifice next. It would be a tough decision. His mind was filled with the question 'can I achieve my goal when my time comes?'. He lived long enough to see all the suffering mutants endured. His vision of the world would make oppression of his kind cease to exist.<br/><br/>"I don't just need someone, I need a movement. They think they have it all, that at the end of the day, we would just simply be forgotten and disappear from the world. It doesn't work like that. Your punishments are merely a conduit to show your true potential, kid. Join me, and once we start, I assure you that there would be no more mutants punished. Our time just barely started, we can change things." Vincenzo said, convincing the young mutant. As he took his eyes away from Tyler, he could see four other people in the coffee shop. Their faces are familiar, the dossiers he possessed are large in numbers, and those inside the coffee shop are just a few of the mutants recorded.