A lot has been done to me. [She thinks of Annie bleeding in her arms, and monsters branding her skin, and fire in her eyes.] I've been used, and beaten, and caged. I've - my body isn't even mine any more, not completely. [Technically, she accepted the Phoenix. But it wasn't much of a choice.]

And it's all part of who I am. What makes me Jean Grey. It's not something I can just ignore, or erase.

But it doesn't need to define me.