"Is this thing on?"
"Does it bother you that we're recording this session?"
"No more than just being here. I'm fine, you know. I don't need this. I'm only here to make Dad happy."
"That's important to you, that your father is happy?"
"Sure. I mean, he's my father, and I love him. I want to see all my family and friends happy. Doesn't everyone? Also, he can tell me what to do, even though I turned 18."
"Recently? Happy birthday."
"Thanks, but it wasn't. It happened when... you know. So everyone just kinda let it pass. Me too."
"How do you feel about that?"
"I don't. Birthdays are for kids. So, I guess you want to talk about, uh, the Apocalypse thing..."
"Do you?"
"Not particularly. It's over, and I'm fine."
"I see. What would you like to talk about, Sara?"
"Nothing. Whatever. Anything to fill up the rest of the hour."
"I see. Why don't you tell me something about your family, then?"
"What is there to tell you that everyone doesn't already know? We're the Summers. First Family of mutantkind... although I guess the Lensherrs might argue about that one. Everyone knows about us, the Summerses don't have a family tree, they've got a periodic table of relatives, time travel, alternate universe siblings, clones, cosmic entities... me, I'm the normal one."
"Is that important to you? To be the normal one?"
"I've always been the normal one."
"Finding your identity is an important part of growing up."
"Well, I know who I am. I'm the baby, the normal one, the one they don't have to worry about. Dad has the X-Men, Mom has the Phoenix Force, Rachel has important things to do in time, and Nathan... Nate does whatever it is that he does."
"Do you feel like they take you for granted?"
"No, it's nothing like that. I don't want them to have to worry about me. That's my contribution, you know? I'm not a confused teenager, Doc. I know who I am and what I want to be."
"And what's that?"
"I want to be an X-Man. I'm going to be an X-Man. We save people. We don't..."
Pause
"I don't think I want to talk any more today."