I don't envy her having that stuck in her head for a while. I had a few unwanted memories of my own thrown back into my head a while back; not the same thing, not hardly, but I could sympathize a little.

Just not right now. Right now, I'm busy.

"Something you should know," I say, crossing my arms. "I'm from the future." I charge, ducking lightly under the flailing attempt he makes to stop me. He's divided, trying to deal with me and with Rogue sucking the life out of him. "And the thing about the future?"

There's this poem about an unkillable monster, can only be stopped with this certain blade. Makes a specific sound, snicker-snack.

This is a lot like that, only the sound my claws make is a lot shorter.

"You're not in it."