Jonothon's hands balled into tight fists. Relaxed. Clenched again. He drew in a deep breath.

"They can look elsewhere. I already told Excalibur to go get stuffed. Any other incarnation of the X-Men that looks my way is more than welcome to do th'same."

It was... messy. Too messy. He'd seen him. With his own two eyes. Damn near ran headfirst into him. Hadn't he? Cable wouldn't get that much wrong, would he?

... He'd been wrong about Neverland.

"I can't help them."