Stryfe's entry about Askani from his Strike File.

Daughter to the pain and torture of the Tomorrow Killer. Mother and succor to the Dayspring, son of the Morning Fire.

So little have I learned about you, Askani. To me, you were nothing more than a cause for minor distraction. A Clan leader of some distinction, certainly with a stoked fire in your belly, but barely worth my attention.

Had I known then, what I know now about your actions, I believe I would have taken the time to know you better, to wring your neck in my clenched hands. In many ways, Askani, you are the reason I am even alive, and the reason I am really dead.

So do I love you or hate you? Do I nurse at your breast or do I tear at your throat? Do I look for you, if I survive the final chorus of my mad song? Upon finding you, do I gaze into your eyes and slay you cold, leave you for dead, or do I ask for the answers to the questions which have torn at me since birth?

Who am I really? Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this life?

Could you give me these answers, Askani? Would you? I will never be whole until I know.

This is where you have left me, my time-worn mid-wife --- on the edge, unable to tread upon either side for fear of falling off the precipice, yet ravaged inside for lack of knowing which way to go.

Thank you, Askani. May you one day pay for what you have done in the name of Xavier's Dream. May you burn for providing that hope to others, while forever denying it to me...