[Why? That's the million dollar question, isn't it? The easy answer is mind control. Telepathy, reality warping, whatever the fuck that writer guy working for Mikhail had going on. And obviously, all of those are factors. Does Quentin truly believe that Xavier never had his greasy little telepathic fingers in everyone's brains every now and then? Not for a second. Chuck, Sinister, Mikhail, Orchis, Dominion, whoever the fuck else—they all fucked mutantkind in their own special ways. But for it to be all them? No. That doesn't make sense. The ones who got punished—Idie, Lin, Toad—most of them don't have the mental resistance to end up where they did if there was truly a powerful telepath pulling the strings. It was something else.

Quentin frowns and glances away briefly, mouth pressing into a thin line.]

Same reason you and the Cuckoos tried to bring it back. Or... will try, I guess, in your case.

[He's assuming Sophie caught Julian up on that whole mess same as she did for Quentin. Otherwise how did Krakoa's destruction even come up? Quentin sighs and leans back, resting the back of his head against the wall.]

You know that's why I didn't tell you at first? Thought you finally lost your shit. But it turns out you said "welcome to die" so, you know. False alarm there. Gotta say, it's a relief to not be stuck here with a future psycho.

[One side of his mouth quirks up in a wry smile, and he rolls his head to the side to look at Julian. Hopefully he'll take that as the joke it was, but who knows. Quentin turns his head forward again, eyes moving upward toward the sky.]

Just... felt good to win for once. Good enough to say "fuck it" about any collateral damage.