Chrys was thoughtful, staying awake for the rest of the trip. He headed out of the plan and too the car with the others. When it was mentioned that English shouldn't be used he smiled, remembering the time he often spent with his italian immigrant grandmother, the only one who didn't care that he was a mutant.

[i]"Nipote, they will always judge you. Not because you are a mutante, but because you represent something that they do not like. Cambiamento. Now help your dear old Nonna with the trays, sì?[/i]

Change. It was something that stayed with him well after her passing. It was why he devoted himself to the X-Men cause. He wanted to make change. By controlling his incredible powers he could prove that mutants weren't monsters, and slowly show that they too bad a place in the world.

"Tempo di fare qualche cambiamento reale."