Bastion:
Poetic, isn't it? The inevitability of my vision. Even now, Professor Xavier must pave the path to my dream in order to honor his own. A dream as crippled as its dreamer, built to die. You mutants lost at birth, too. The Neanderthal 2.0. Buggy stillborns flapping upstream, draining yourselves dry so that the tide can more easily drown you. See me. The future's tide. Despite this little toy you X-Men would use to abort the bond to my creations.
Beast:
Your creations are prisoners! Held hostage by ignorance and coercion! [Bastion blasts him with a laser beam, rendering him unconscious]
Storm:
Hank!
Bastion:
Think. Had the good professor taken me in when mother begged him, I'd be hanging here with you freaks. In the name of peace, tolerance, and equal opportunity suicide. Even then, fate got my back.
Storm:
Charles Xavier wanted to help you! He came to your mother, but she was too afraid! You would have been one of the first X- [Bastion grabs her by the neck]
Forge:
Get your filthy paws off her!
Bastion:
I didn't ask for this, either. To be born with this... programming... This destiny inside me. The urges.
Storm:
None choose to be born, Bastion, thus why we must never begrudge them being!
Bastion:
Did you just try to appeal to my humanity? Look at me. Yet another reason why Operation Zero Tolerance must skip to final phase. [Bastion lets go of Storm's neck]
Forge:
Slavery and genocide ain't enough?
Bastion:
As I told Dr. Cooper right before she betrayed me and her kind, people are good. Too damn good. Thus, to protect humanity, I must protect humanity from itself. From the hearts that start dripping red at the latest token underdog. From seeing themselves in those that would use their same hearts against them. Tolerance is extinction. What is worse, is empathy.
