All language subtitles for X-Men.97.S01E06.XviD-AFG

Previously on X-Men...

To reiterate
for those just returning to us.

Regardless of your stance
on recent world events...

Oh, my.

The images you are about to see
may be disturbing.

I draw its fire
away from the gardens.

Save as many as you can.

We shall not live our days wondering
if we could've saved more.

The name's Gambit, mon ami.

Remember it.

Sugar. I can't feel you.

Get out of my home, you damn demon!

Is this death?

Shi'ar fools, surren...

Don't move! Stay where you are!

Hands up!

Surrender?

No, just perish.

Stand, Kree.

This pigeon shall not thwart the will
of the Supreme Intelligence.

Victory for the Imperial Guard!

A Pyrrhic victory.

The Kree do not...

Be honored to fall at my feet, Ronan,

for you shall be memorialized
as the corpse upon which I posed.

A true Kree bows to no one.

Thank you, Gladiator.

Ronan dear,

tell me where
the Supreme Intelligence has fled,

or your forces shall suffer.

Save them, Ronan.

All you need to do is...

A million pardons, your Highness.

- You dare interrupt my glorious moment?
- Oh.

It's your sister, The Empress.

Oh, joy.

Why didn't you say so?

My dearest sister
is always of utmost priority.

Greetings, Shi'ar.

One year ago, we offered the skills
of our mighty healers

to a Terran man on the verge of death.

No ordinary Terran,

this man helped spare the entire universe

from the madness of my brother, D'ken,

as well as the galactic hunger
of the Phoenix.

And now, in his greatest feat yet,

this man has unlocked
the secrets to my heart.

Hmm.

So I, Empress Lilandra,

stand before this High Council,

and before you, my loyal people,

with joyous news in times of war,

for your Empress is to be married,

and our empire
shall welcome a new emperor.

Professor Charles Xavier.

To the might and glory of the Imperium.

Hmm.

I pray our act of performative jingoism

erased any concerns over my heritage?

Do not fret.

My subjects trust me when I say
you are no mere Terran, Charles.

Well, on Earth, newlyweds whisk off
to some faraway island

to celebrate their love.

And how far
would my hopeless romantic see us go?

Dare I assume
a sandy beach on Earth itself?

Perhaps an empress
could even spend a portion of her time

ruling the galaxy
from my little corner of it?

My handsome emperor has much to learn,

about masking his manipulations.

You wish to return
to your children, don't you?

Merely visit.

See their faces.

Yet families often mimic black holes.

Visit and risk being stuck
in its ever-spiraling vacuum of dramas.

This is especially true
with your students.

Mmm, didn't your brother
nearly destroy the universe

with the M'kraan Crystal?

You should message them.

Use a holo-globe.

Invite them to the wedding.

Unless you fear
they'll think you've abandoned them.

You've earned a life of your own, Charles.

And I need you.

Once we crush the Kree,

an educator such as you
can teach them our ways.

Do as you did on Earth.

Play the role of the peacemaker.

Wasn't aware my X-Men
and I were playing make-believe.

Much like my legs
in this armor's exoskeleton.

All ruling is make-believe.

I pretend to be perfect,

as my subjects would never love the woman
beneath the armor.

Not like you do.

Never pretend with me.

Will you at least consider Earth?

I will.

But I remind you, Charles,

the virtue of a teacher lies
in showing their students

how to walk on their own.

True.

But only if he is sure

there are no more lessons
he can teach them.

You must drink.

Why bother?

He's a liar.

Traitor.

Cost you everything.

He was trying to help me.

A tawdry romance of guilt and shame.

How many have suffered his gifts?

How many made slaves?

Your bite is
a sort of demonic infection.

Once the venom reaches his heart...

Leave him.

Don't play martyr.

You will not break me.

But I can fix you.

Forge made his bed.

Let him die in it.

All lives deserve saving.

Even his.

You go for help,
but there is no pill for my poison.

Let him die.

Look the other way. Watch.

Get used to it.

You're not an X-Man anymore.

Well, where did that get you?

Kissing the hand that beats you?

I do not fear death.

I know. That's why you rush to play dead.

You fear living.

As you said to Jean,

"I have wondered
what it would be like to be human."

It is a tempting daydream.

I... I was so tired.

Is that why you fear your power,

sought refuge with this monotone family?

Enough! Let me out!

Let me out!

Look at your family.

Who you follow.

I was wrong.

Forge didn't rob your gifts.

- You had already renounced them.
- No! Please!

I cannot breathe.

Sham!

You turned your back
on these paths long ago.

Lord of chaos!

Weaver of lies,

I tear your thread and break your loom.

Depart to the desert, demon.

Depart, and be gone.

Mom practiced desert magic.

Some of it sunk in,

despite my best efforts.

Careful. Your shoulder.

Well, give it to me straight.

You need a better bedside face, Doc.

Its bite is magical.

Perhaps your mother's book
holds an answer.

She wrote about a cacti,

the midnight cholla.

Grows in nearby caves.

Doesn't need sunlight.

Its aloe is powerful magic medicine.

I can show you the way.

You are too weak. Tell me where to go.

I don't have much time, Ororo.

If this nastiness gets worse
while you're gone,

I don't wanna be alone.

Then we ride together, my love.

The Empress, Lilandra Neramani,

and her Royal Consort.

Your man speaks as if I am your pet.

Hmm. Not an entirely displeasing thought.

Hush now, beloved. You may bark later.

Your Majesty,

I have known you
since you were but a hatchling

and wish only for your happiness.

But given our war with the Kree,

and how it's divided even we Shi'ar,

is a royal wedding...

Gladiator and his Guard
fill my ears with news of coming victory.

Yes, but we have been trapped
in so much change,

some yearn for the stable comfort
of what is familiar for sameness.

Araki sugars his words, my sister.

Your consort was born
on the wrong side of the stars.

He is Terran.

Gentle sister, heed my throne.

A throne that is bound
to more than the whims of your heart.

A union with the Terran

would bind the Shi'ar into alliance
with his inferior home world.

I respect you speaking
the quiet part out loud, Deathbird,

so let's speak plainly.

Your Empress and I decide alliances

as well as which world we call home.

Chandilar is home.

Our throne world.

- Of course, Lord Chancellor.
- I merely meant...

Spoke the quiet part out loud?

Xavier would see his Milky Way ghetto
become our new throne world.

You are twisting my words.

High Council, for the sake of the empire,

I must invoke the Rite of M'Dashaa.

Terran, the rite requires...

A non-Shi'ar pass a test of loyalty
in order to wed a royal.

I finished that volume
my second day here, Deathbird.

Not any mere test, Terran.

A challenge of my own choosing.

Then choose.

To ensure we are protected
from your Terran ties,

you must renounce Earth
and erase all memory of your life there.

Charles is a formidable psychic.

His mind will not be easily scrubbed.

Luckily, we Shi'ar bow to a ruler
of equal psychic power.

Charles Xavier
must purge all memories of Earth,

and you, dear sister,
must be the one to do it.

Sharra and K'ythri.

Our highest gods.

Mmm. Once enemies, then forced to marry
to bring harmony to the universe.

And here I thought
the Shi'ar looked down on art

as a sign of insanity and deviance.

In most cases.

But the union of Sharra and K'ythri

is at the core of our principles.

To bind various cultures into one

for the sake of galactic peace
and harmony.

How Rudyard Kipling of you.

I do not know this Kipling.

- A Terran?
- Yes.

One possessed of many burdens.

None real.

Much like your myth.

What is united if one half must be erased
for the sake of the whole?

Idealism is also a sign of insanity.

You know, I have a very old
and very dear friend on Earth

who would agree with you.

Wise, for a Terran.

Yes.

His name is Magnus.

And I wish to remember him.

You've made your decision, then?

Forgive me.

I do so love to think.

Do you love me, Charles?

A silly question.

Even you know Deathbird's challenge
goes too far.

On Earth, you fought tirelessly
to be tolerated

and were nearly killed for it.

Why remember?

Why not let go?

Start anew.

If you refuse,
they won't let us be together.

Not unless I forfeit my throne,

which is exactly Deathbird's design.

Imagine the chaos

that my sister would unleash
across the galaxy as ruler.

It would rival that of my mad brother.

You saved my life.

Gave me a home, a new future.

Your devotion is beyond measure.

Perhaps it is time to show you mine.

There. That's it.

Snowsnake Tower.

Union forces stored weapons here
during the Civil War.

It was actually built during
the Plains War decades earlier,

by colonists.

Those wars exterminated your people.

Why let them build such a thing
into the very foundations of your land?

Well, they said
that they were here to help.

Sort of like how I came to you.

I heard The Adversary
telling you to let me die.

I'm so sorry, Ororo,
for deceiving you.

For drawing the Adversary.

Hush. The demon was not your doing.

A big, evil owl that feeds on anger
and self-loathing?

Call me chum in the water.

Then I am chum, too.

Before I lost my gifts,
I told a friend, my sister,

that I often wondered about being human.

I confessed this as if to console her.

No matter how many I saved,

my mutant gifts inspired
twice as much hate in humanity.

In a way, your machine failing
is a blessing.

I am better this way.

Growing up,

I always heard how the worst weapon used

by the Europeans
was not bullets or blankets,

but a white lie that they could make us...

The cactus grows in darkness.

Where?

That's why I came.

I know how you feel about tight spaces.

Charles Xavier,

do you stand in our circle
to complete the Rite of M'Dashaa?

I do.

And do you renounce all memories of Earth?

Of your life there?

I do.

And of your X-Men?

Xavier, do you renounce your X-Men?

See?

He hesitates.

He insults all Shi'ar.

This was exactly my fear.

What you ask of him is no small burden.

He seeks to ally us with Earth.

My God, you are dramatic.

How can we entrust our mighty empire,

which has endured for eons,

to a ruler descended of simians?

Have our blood mixed
with his inferior freak fluids?

Indeed.

This Xavier is not even a pure Terran.

A lower caste.

A mutant.

My sister, like my brother D'ken,
has gone mad.

Renounce her before her lovesick lunacy
destroys us all.

Sedition.

Gladiator, arrest this treacherous vulture

and any who dare to stand with her.

By Sharra!

Charles!

Lilandra, behind you!

- Hmm.
- No, not this way.

I have forgotten my greatest gift.

Hear me.

Class is now in session.

What is this? What have you done?

Gladiator, please raise your hand
if you have a question.

To answer, I have used
my vast psychic abilities

to draw us into the astral plane.

Now, pay attention.

It is time for today's lesson.

Oh!

You had to be the bigger woman.

Had to save him, be above it.

Now look at you.

No!

Forge destroyed you!

Yes.

Yes, let me taste.

Ooh, yummy!

Fear poached in self-loathing.

More! The high road, Storm.

Last stop, you, pancaked
by the pressure of existing.

How unfair.

Yes. There.

Yes! Always beg to be saved.

Submit, and I will save you
and let you live your tempting daydream.

No, you demon.

Not a daydream.

The X-Cutioner's neutralizer

was not the only weapon
tamping down my gifts.

There was that lie.

And I believed it.

Be warned.

Be smart.

Believe the lie.

Deny your power.

Play dead, or humanity
will thunder down upon you and your kind.

You all are an echo of who I am.

So let them thunder,

for I am lightning!

Strange, to feel grateful.

Towards the demon?

What are demons,
but reflections of our fears and shame?

Things we bury within us,

hide from loved ones,

even as they poison our hearts...

Until we finally heal
our adversary by embracing it.

There. It's starting to heal.

So, what now?

You've been given a second chance.

Should we whisk away
to some tropical island?

Not an entirely unpleasant idea.

Nations refusing to allow mutants

displaced by the brutal attack on Genosha

to return to their home countries.

This, as rumors swirl...

that Genosha is the opening salvo

in the long-feared evolutionary war

between humans and mutants

that the late Professor Charles Xavier...

Let's talk about power.

Real power.

Who can tell me from where
the Shi'ar Imperium draws its might?

From the crushed skulls
that house inferior minds such as yours.

Demerits. Raise your hand.

The power of your empire is, in truth,

a harvest of stolen worlds.

Younger cultures
that, had they not been tilled to death,

would now be empires rivaling your own.

Fearing this, you strike at the knees

and claim you can help them walk again.

But only if they assimilate.

Submit.

Which brings us to this conclusion.

The Shi'ar empire is a snake oil racket.

Even you Terrans claim, "Might is right."

The rhyme that sells the lie.

That we must pillage worth
from one another.

That for me to be more, you must be less.

Your existence against mine because...

Why?

Says who? Who made up these silly rules?

We did, beloved.

Playing make-believe.

Even if we were to agree,

your idealism would confuse our people.

They might even call it nonsense.

Want to know a secret?

Coexistence is messy.

Thus, my love for education,

for my X-Men.

Their heroism teaches a lesson
we mustn't forget.

That the universe is very old,

and all of us, very young.

Born of ancient stardust,

and all children of the atom.

Heavens, no!

Gambit?

No!

No!

They were dancing,
drinking wine, making love!

Oh, my children!

My children of the atom, destroyed!

No!

Charles!

Beloved.

What in the stars?

I must return to Earth immediately.

But we've nearly convinced the council.

It doesn't matter!

While I cowered in the cosmos,
the unthinkable has happened.

Charles, if you leave,

you will prove my sister right
about your kind.

If that should end
our star-crossed affair,

so be it.

I will not abandon my kind.

It is time I return to my X-Men.

I did what you asked.

I gave you my DNA to access Master Mold.

Kill me, please,

for what happened in Genosha.

I beg you.

Don't take all the blame, Bolivar,

and don't fret the future.

Why, Genosha was merely
the beginning of a prologue, now past.

You have nothing to fear,

so long as you place your faith
in Sinister.