What’re you talking about?
… That would be pretty pointless, wouldn’t it? [She sighs and moves forward, pulling him into a tight hug.] Now, speak.
I was in a basement and kind of tortured for information.
Or the Total Destruction of America.
We won't accept anything less. Call me Moore. I'm first lieutenant of the Greae Party. We are tired of being called freaks, of being told we're less than human, just because we're different.
We are the Greae, and we refuse to hide any longer. Progress isn't happening fast enough and something must be done.
Just because one, two, three humans decide not to persecute us for being mutants, doesn't mean we're making progress.
As a wise man once said, “You don't stick a knife in a man's back nine inches and then pull it out six inches and say you're making progress."