Chrys was torn. He'd been waiting for a mission like this but the reality and gravity if it hit hard. "You... Can't be serious..." He clenched his fists. "We just barely survived against one mutant. Now you're telling us to go against people who are "playing god with the x-gene". It'll be worse than suicide. It'll be a slaughter." He had every right to be worried. He couldn't really control his new powers yet, something that could put everyone at risk. "Besides, killing isn't an X-Men thing, I thought, morals or not. I'd be cool with capturing and incapacitating whoever is against us... But most of this squad are minors, you want to scar them? Hell, whenever my old man had to kill someone he made sure I was never even in the area..."