That night, Bill couldn't sleep. He sat on the mansion's roof, staring at the stars, the comics' chaos replaying—Magneto's asteroid base, the Genosha massacre. Clara joined him, her presence a quiet comfort. "You're carrying the world, Bill.""Not the world," he said. "You and Lily. These memories… I see what's coming. Magneto's just the start. There's Apocalypse, the Phoenix Force—things I can't fight alone."She took his hand. "You're not alone. The X-Men, me, Lily—we're here."He nodded, but doubt lingered. The Template System was powerful, but the comics showed heroes breaking under worse. "I need to be stronger. For you."Lily's voice startled them—she'd climbed up too. "Dad, I heard what Toad said. Magneto wants me. What if I'm a danger to you?"Bill knelt, meeting her eyes. "You're not a danger. You're my kid. I've got these powers because of you—because I'd do anything to keep you safe."Her glow flickered, then steadied. "I want to fight too. Like you."Clara frowned. "Lily, you're sixteen.""She's right, though," Bill said. "This world won't wait. We'll train together."The system chimed:
"Host emotional state: Resolved. Recommendation: Enhance family unit resilience."Bill smiled faintly. "Let's get some rest. Tomorrow, we prepare."