<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Psylocke</span></strong><br/><br/>(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/350/a/7/a7061d7b23ee10cdfd1213da6c11da9a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Myself</strong><br/>I am an assassin. Or I was - if you can ever rid yourself of that stain. No? I didn't think so. I don't make excuses, nor shall I if the need arises again. We all want to live in the light, but you know - life just isn't made that way. Sometimes we have to do the things that others won't. And unfortunately, the dirty jobs are often important. That means they send their best. Which happens to be me.<br/><br/>But perhaps this time I can leave that world behind. With the death of Charles, Jean and Emma, there are no telepaths among the X-men. There's only me. Funny how these things turn out.<br/><br/><strong>Wolverine</strong><br/>You've come a long way from the Ronin I used to know. Over the years my respect for you has grown. You were the one who told me that Xavier's dream would live as long as we survived, and you have stood by those words ever since. We may have had our differences but I know you'll have my back no matter what, just as I'll have yours.<br/><br/><strong>Storm</strong><br/>You always try so hard. Everything is heart and soul, there are no shades of grey in your world. Right and wrong, black and white. Sometimes I believe you would cuddle everyone and keep them safe, but that's not how this world works. It's a rough place out there and no matter how hard you try, we'll all have to carry our pain. But you do try, and T'Challa is a thrice damned fool for letting you walk out of his life. His loss, it's time for you to move on.<br/><br/><strong>Iceman</strong><br/>My wonderful snow-flake. Bobby Drake, you're truly one of a kind. Cool doesn't even begin to describe you; you make me laugh and take my breath away. When I'm with you I almost believe in 'happily ever after', but I know I'm not the one for you. You deserve someone sweet, and that I'm not. I am the darkness to your light, the moth to your flame. Part of me wants to shatter your illusions now. I want to destroy everything we have so you shall know that life isn't made for laughter. I'm bad for you, my darling... someday you will realize that. But until then, it will be you and me, and death to all who stand in our way.<br/><br/><strong>Gambit</strong><br/>You're a good man. That doesn't mean you're reliable, or that I fully trust you, but your motives are okay. It's a shame how the best intentions don't always yield the best results. But you're fun and flirty, you play a mean game of poker and that accent is to die for. Stick around and I might show you how the flirting game is really played.<br/><br/><strong>Jubilee</strong><br/>You've changed and I haven't decided if I like this change. Some of what made you<em>you </em>is gone, but people change and no one knows that better than I do. You've grown up, learned your lessons and paid the price. Still, I had wished a different fate for you, if only for Logan's sake. Who will keep that gruff old man safe from me now the darkness has gotten hold of you?<br/><br/><strong>Bishop</strong><br/>Don't even<em>think </em>about pointing those guns at me and we'll get along swimmingly. I don't care what you have done, or who you betrayed - we all have monsters in the closet - but don't try anything on my watch if you know what's good for you.<br/><br/><strong>Nightcrawler</strong><br/>So you've had a hard life. Toughen up, you're not the only one. I think there's someone cool hiding behind that bitterness, but until you leave your anger behind or make good on your vows, we may never know. So, if you're ever ready to confront those enemies of yours, come and see me. I just may have nothing better to do that night.<br/><br/><strong>Toad</strong><br/>You're not as bad as you look, but get that tongue anywhere near me and you'll be the first amphibian with a shibari'd tongue. As long as you keep that wet flop in your mouth, I like you just fine. But kid, if you don't get yourself together, you'll find one of my high heels up your ass one of these days. It's not the same as a spine, but until you grow one it will have to do.<br/><br/><strong>The new mutants</strong><br/>A diverse bunch. Time will tell what they're made of. Except for Traitor, everyone can see what mold he came from. I'm watching you, my good fellow, one wrong bleep and you'll be a couple of circuits short of a sentinel.