Sounds like someone's been feeding you a lot of bullshit, [he says bluntly. Miles is never shy about his opinions.] Why couldn't you be a true warrior? What's stopping you? On my planet, the prevailing traditionalist opinion was that I should've had my throat cut straight out of the uterine replicator. Muties like me aren't meant to do anything but die and stop polluting the gene pool. Yet somehow I've accomplished quite a bit more.

[Level and even as his tone is, as much fact as her own statement, Miles doesn't conceal entirely the dark satisfaction he feels at proving them wrong. It's a very personal mission, for him.

He veers the conversation back.] I could give you orders-- but, dear girl, I don't think you need them. I suspect you do just fine without. Initiative is much better than obedience. [It was one of his favorite orders to give, in fact: use your initiative.]