Our courtship was wonderful. Full of romance and youthful passion. We shared a dream of human and mutant unity. We also achieved it in the form of our own relationship. Moira is merely a human, you see.
I don't mean "mere" in any kind of condescending way. She always thought I did. She was also constantly whining that I never listend to her or valued her. Even on those rare occasions when she wasn't saying it, she was thinking it and of course I, as a telepath, could always hear her.
Why did she pop into my mind now, as I was facing death? Because when I think of her, I'm not afraid in the least little bit of death.