- Corsair: Where are we going?
- Cyclops: To a mini-jet. If you're telling the truth, we'll use it to get out of here.
- Corsair: The truth? Son, how can you be...
- Cyclops: Don't ever call me that! For 20 years, I dreamed about my father, a man to look up to, a hero who sacrificed his life to save his family! It was your family you sacrificed! You threw us away, so you could go knock around the galaxy!
- Corsair: That's not what happened!
- Cyclops: No? Did I imagine the orphanage? The foster homes where nobody wanted me? Tell me, Dad, am I making this up?
- Corsair: Sorry to drop my problems on your doorstep, but I need your help.
- Cyclops: Well, I doubt Lilandra would look kindly on our harboring a fugitive from her Shi'ar officers.
- Corsair: Fine. Don't help. But give me back my dog tags. They're all that's left of my family.
- Cyclops: Sure, I... Wait a minute! This is a picture of me! And my brother! That's my mother! Where did you get these?
- Corsair: Your mother?
- Cyclops: And these dog tags belonged to my father! How did you get them?
- Corsair: Scott? This can't be.
- Cyclops: Tell me your name.
- Corsair: Major Christopher Summers.
- Cyclops: You're my father? I don't believe it! I won't believe it! My father's dead!