Well...[Victor takes a deep breath. He trusts Mark and Emma had said it'd help to talk about it even if he was supposedly a lot better now than he had been back when still getting psychic therapy.]

Back home there was a big, huge fight. And at the end of it, the guy that founded the X-men was shot. Everyone thought he was dead...so the team's leader and his girlfriend just decided to disband the team and close the school. We didn't get any options of our own...they just...sent us all away. Used telepathy to force anyone that disagreed. I went back to Fairbury...and I thought things would be fine. I mean they just about threw me a parade.

[He gives a smile but it's a bitter one.]

Went back to school and thought I'd have a leg up on everyone but I was really wrong. Turns out you don't learn much when your school's constantly getting blown up and you're getting put through hell...literally. I didn't feel like I fit in with any of my old friends anymore...and I was kind of messed up in general. Jumping at things, always feeling like something would pop out and attack...I mean...my dad broke a cup once and I almost tore his head off. I couldn't stay...so I just...packed up, left a note, and took off. One of my old teachers from the X-men showed up and tried to talk me into coming back but I ended up breaking his nose instead...