"Hello, Scott, how kind of you to visit. I see you've brought you companions with you," Sinister greeted, without bothering to turn around. The reflections of the X-men were viewed in the shining glass of the computer consoles where. Sinister stood examining Rogue's
file. He stood arms folded, watching as the continually twirling DNA helixes that made up his most recent subject of interest altered itself.
"You know why we're here, Sinister. What have you done with her?" Cyclops growled.
"I trust you mean your teammate, Rogue."
"Ye damn well know that's who he means! Let her go or I'll tear your head off and use it for a hood ornament," Emeryld cut in maliciously, her gold-green cat eyes flashing with dangerous hatred.
"She really is a specimen, beautiful and so very deadly..." Sinister commented as if Serina hadn't spoken. Rogue's diagnostics and form were processed on the screen. He turned finally, to face the X-men who had barged into his sanctuary, "Don't you agree?"
"Let her go." Was all that Cyclops responded.
Sinister simply smiled, "Done."
"What'd ya mean 'done?' " Wolverine rumbled suspiciously.
"I mean that she is no longer here within my care. I have finished that which I have intended and healed her wounds. You will find her quite healthy. It seems her healing rate was accelerated by some unknown means. She is no longer of use to me at the present time. I in short have done as you demanded."
"Where is she?" Iceman pushed, the temperature dropping in the room by a few noticeable degrees.
"I've released her and sent her off to do as she pleased. She can, by all rights, leave with you. Of course, only if she so pleases. At the moment, however, I believe she had some unfinished business to clear up with Mr. LeBeau."
"And just what sort o' business is--"
"Feel free to see for yourself," Sinister said with a shrug, as he turned back to his calculations. Just then a pain elicited cry echoed from the hallway where they had left Gambit alone in his cell.
***
Waves of colored pain washed over Gambit's vision, and he fought to keep from passing out. At the moment Rogue held him in her lap and sat stroking his hair gently. Remy knew better than to move, fearing another of her personality swings. He only lay still, with his eyes clothes, praying she thought he was unconscious or dead.
Rogue sit, rocking Remy gently in her arms as she sang softly, "**...if you sleep now my pumpkin, you will turn to a ro---**
"ROGUE!" Cyclops' voice cut through the cell like an edged piece of glass.
Gambit braced himself for the sudden movement his captor made by rolling his head onto his arm, narrowly avoiding cracking his head against the stone floor.
Rogue's head snapped up and with a frightened squeak she dropped his head, scrambling to a shadowy corner of the cell. Her eyes were wide, shining with unshed tears, as she huddled farther into the darkness. She was whispering furiously to herself, "No, no be quiet--don't move an' the bad man won't see ya. If he can't see ya he can't hurt you. Quiet or the bad man'll come..."
Gambit didn't move, he only lay in complete stillness.
"Rogue, it's OK. It's only Scott--" Cyclops started as he stepped closer, only to be stopped by Jean.
"Scott wait, don't scare her," she said, looking concerned as she watched Rogue, "You've startled her. She's--"
"She's nae herself," Serina said. She was positioned in a crouch, carefully watching as Rogue rocked back in forth, her eyes clenched shut still whispering to herself.
"Ow, it hurts...it hurts bad... ouch...ouch..." she muttered plaintively as she clutched at her abdomen, her eyes clenched tight.
Beast started forward at the prospect of an emergency, only Serina motioned for him to stop.
"Duen'nae, touch her Henry. Who knows how her powers may have been altered by Sinister. Ye may do more damage to ye'self."
Bobby watched with a wounded stare, "Let me try to talk to her," he said moving closer. He ignored the other's protests and slowly walked to where Rogue hid. "Hey there, Dixie, it's Bobby. Long time no see!" Iceman said with a cheerful grin.
As Iceman advanced Rogue tried to back farther away, only to be stopped by the wall. Her eyes grew wide and she screamed, kicking at him as he got closer, "Go AWAY! No, no, don't hit me again!"
Iceman was taken aback by the accusatory outburst. He bent to one knee and held out his hand, the hurt evident on his face, "It's me, Rogue, the Bobster. You know I'd never hurt'cha. We're friends, compadres, the inseparable..."
"NO! No more tricks! That's what HE said an' it was a trick. GET AWAY!" she yelled, cowering into a fetal position, her face hidden in her knees.
There was a broken rasp from the other side of the cell. Gambit was struggling to pull himself up to his hands and knees, "Drake, dat ain't Rogue--"
"YOU!" Rogue's eyes flashed maliciously as she straightened and rose to her feet in one lightening quick motion. Leaping from the shadows, she lunged at Gambit. Wolverine and Archangel dove to keep her from attacking. Wolverine was quick enough to snatch her around the waist. She fell backward into him and Archangel took advantage of her slight disorientated second to take hold of her swinging fists.
Iceman stumbled backward in shock. His eyes were fixed on the garish scar over eye. The light made the shining heart blaze like a burning flag--mirroring the rage in her eyes.
"What d'ya think yer doin' Rogue?" Wolverine rumbled.
"Rogue is dead," she snarled, tossing Archangel over her head.
He tumbled into Gambit knocking them both to the floor. Archangel got sorely to his feet, while Gambit lay unmoving. Beast moved to aid them.
"He's MINE," she her eyes narrowed in determination as she clawed toward Gambit's prone form. Wolverine still held tight to her waist, not allowing her to move more than a foot.
"No he ain't, darlin', looks like y'already did yer damage. Yer comin' with us," he said pulling her backward hard, he felt her body stiffen in his hold.
"No one EVAH threatens Scorn, lil' MAN!" she snarled, pronouncing the last word as if it were poison. She sent her elbow knifing into Wolverine's diaphragm and knocked his hold from her waist.
Wolverine jumped to his feet with a familiar 'snickt' and drove her back against the wall. He pinned her there, holding his claws centimeter from her throat.
Scorn wavered on her knees, and she began to shake violently. Her lips quivered as she whimpered, "Ah didn' mean to."
"Logan, withdraw your claws," Storm stated, "she is merely a frightened child. She does not know her actions."
Wolverine sensed the change in her intent and drew away. Tears rolled down Rogue's cheeks as she scrambled to Serina and hid her face in the other woman's chest.
{{Oh, what have I let him do t'ye. I should nae have let him take ye away}} Emeryld thought to herself, as she held Rogue close.
She wondered why Rogue chose to place her trust in her of all people and how much damage had actually taken place in her mind. Serina made comforting sounds to sooth the child personality as she began to probe her mind.
Storm watched Rogue clutch to Serina and could not help but feel the sadness well in her heart. She was a mirror image of the frightened child Ororo had once been. Her childlike fear was so complete that Ororo wanted to wipe it all away in one moment.
What frightened Storm all the more was the spontaneous flips of personality, Rogue was exhibiting. Gambit's actions had affected Rogue far more seriously than any of them had ever imagined. Storm watched Rogue jerk reflexively in Emeryld's arms. She felt some comfort in knowing that Serina was doing her best to aid any damage that had occurred in her teammate's mind. Looking away, Storm followed Psylocke's menacing stare to the unconscious Gambit, as she and Wolverine helped Archangel to his feet.
"I'm alright," Warren voiced, "though I didn't know she was going to react like that." Archangel was favoring his right leg slightly, having hurt his ankle in the fall. He leaned on Betsy for support as they moved to sit near the door. He and Psylocke began to whisper amongst themselves animately.
Meanwhile, Beast was tending to Gambit's wounds. A part of Ororo reached out in heartfelt concern for her long time companion. Seeing Remy in such a severe state made her want to cry, yet another part of her felt a certain grim satisfaction. As if this were part of his rightful penance for the atrocity he'd committed.
"How is he, Henry?" Storm ventured, crouching beside the doctor.
"Alive, if that is any consolation," Beast answered. He was tearing away the leg of Remy's uniform, so that he might further examine the burns. Finally he looked up and began to raddle off the damage done, "Third degree burns on the shoulder and thigh, a few lesions on his head, three broken ribs, multiple gashes covering his torso, a severely broken--if not shattered--jaw, quite possibly a concussion. He'll heal if he does not suffer internal bleeding or hemorrhages within the next 48 hours."
"Then we'll take him to the mansion infirmary once Emeryld subdues Rogue enough to leave," Cyclops finished, as he appeared behind them.
Beast lifted Gambit to place him on the bed, which was still present in the cell. A groan of pain escaped his patient's lips, and his eyes fluttered open, flashing clear as the heart of a candle. His pained gaze settled upon Storm. This eyes were full of guilt and sadness. His message was evident, even as he turned them away.
Storm felt a pull deep within her and vaguely wondered if Gambit was using the last of his strength to charm her into feeling sorry for him. But somehow she knew that Gambit was long out of tricks, not to mention strength.
Finally, as a gesture of compassion, Storm placed Remy's hand in her own, "Have no fear, you will be all right. We are taking you back to the mansion."
"Non," Gambit slurred.
She could only stare at him.
"We can't just leave you here," Phoenix said, trying to sooth his burning mind with a telepathic suggestion.
"Get out, Gambit's head! An' jus'...leave Remy be!" he cried in a pain edged, broken voice.
Jean's breath caught as if she's been slapped, but she still finished what she wanted to say, "Even with the terrible things you've done, you should be brought back to health before you're punished."
"He's not some little boy who's hand's been caught in the cookie jar," Psylocke said from her place beside Archangel, "Punishment is far to weak a term for what he deserves."
"That's not the point here, Psylocke," Cyclops interrupted, "We're taking him back with us."
"No... Stormy said it 'erself...Gambit is dead t'you...so leave me, ne'cest pas?" he managed to grind out, before cringing from the pain that stabbed through his face.
"I suggest that you not try to speak, Gambit, you'll only cause yourself more pain and damage," Beast warned.
The thief let out a sound that should been a laugh, only it sounded more like a hoarse cough, "Gambit already caused... 'nough pain an' damage...t'everyone."
"Rest now. We will discuss this later," Ororo bid, turning away to hide the emotion that threatened to overwhelm her.
The Iceman was supposed to be frozen and rigged, but inside Robert Drake was melting faster than an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day.
Bobby was bewildered to see how in seconds, the whole world could come crashing down around you. He should be used to the idea, considering he's bee in more battles than he could count, but it had never hit him this hard before.
He had just witnessed the strongest woman he had ever met, be reduced to a child. Rogue was a woman who could lift tons as if they were mere ounces. She was near invulnerable: bullets bounced off her and neither blades nor needles could penetrate her skin. She'd survived another personality trying to take over her mind. She'd survived a million other peoples' darkest secrets and personalities... she was the ultimate. She was strong. But it was only an outside appearance, and a deceptive one at that, he realized.
Bobby often overlooked how fragile Rogue was on the inside. Dealing with Rogue's emotions was like walking on eggshells. Bobby had always been there for her when one of those eggshells cracked. He was there when she was unsure of herself, when she needed to get away; but now that all the eggshells were dust, Bobby was at a loss of what to do. Especially now that she wouldn't let him anywhere near her.
She wasn't the woman he knew and loved. Did he love her? He'd never admitted that before, not even fully to himself. Yes, yes he loved Rogue, but this wasn't Rogue. She was someone who was full of hate, she was a frightened child, she was a catatonic figure, but
she wasn't Rogue. Bobby saw her now as some horrible version of Sybil, and he didn't know how to help her.
Iceman sat frozen, watching the woman who he'd considered one of his best friends, cower from him. The frightened terror in her eyes as she'd accused him of trying to harm her kept flashing over and over again in his mind.
Maybe he was frozen after all: frozen in despair.
A small child sat curled on a collapsing bed, the worn sheets drawn up and clutched up to her chin. Her crystal-jade eyes were wide with terror and soon-to-be shed tears. The little girl's straight mahogany hair was pulled back in a ponytail that cascaded down her
back, blending with a thin shock of white--an odd contrasting color of hair to belong to a child so young for she could have been no more than six. The girl whimpered, backing away from something that was very obviously frightening.
Serina stood in the doorway of the darkened room, watching the little girl stare at the light beneath the closet door. The more shadows danced around the small shaft of light, the more desperate her whimpers sounded.
Reaching for the light switch, Emeryld tried to turn on the light with no success. The little girl started at the almost nonexistent sound of the light switch being flipped. She looked up at the beautiful stranger with the cat-eyes and the pretty crimson and onyx hair.
"Please don't put me away," the child pleaded, "Ah'll nevah do it again, ah swear!"
{{Never do what again?}} Serina wondered to herself.
"What are ye so frightened of?" Serina inquired softly as she slowly made her way closer to the girl, who cast a nervous glance toward the closet where the shadows continued to dance sporadically.
"Th' monsters, they wanna eat me..." she whispered in a terrified hush.
Emeryld took the girl up into her arms and began to stroke her hair to comfort her, "Duen'nae worry, I will nae let them."
The little girl calmed somewhat but still uttered her disbelief, "They're gonna come for me anyhow. Mama an' Daddy say so. They sez 'Audra, them monsters they always come t'eat bad lil' girls.' I don't wanna be eaten, Seri!"
{{She knows mae name... and the child is really Audra Brooks}} Emeryld made a point to take note of the small slips in personality.
"But ye are nae a bad girl," Serina insisted, rocking Audra in her embrace.
Audra pulled away suddenly as if she were confused, "Oh, but ah am. Mama, she sez ah am... she sez ah'm a rotten an' mischievous lil' rogue. Ah'm always in trouble for th' bad things I do."
"What do ye do that's so terrible?"
Audra didn't answer. She'd glanced back toward the closet and was staring transfixed at the small shaft of light, "He's here."
"Who's here?"
"Th' bad man... th' one who controls the monsters... they're gonna come an' get me..." she gasped. Suddenly smoke began to billow out through the opening near the floor.
Serina leapt to her feet and grabbed the handle of the door to fling it open, but it was locked. She ripped her adamantium nails into the wood, but they didn't phase the sealed door. Finally she backed up to kick it in, when a reptilian hand reached out to grab her leg. Audra tried to cry out in warning, but it was too late and Emeryld came crashing down to the floor.
"What trouble you causing up there now, y'no good tart!" A gruff male voice bellowed threateningly from below. Serina felt a pounding beneath her, as if the man was using a broomstick handle to bang on the ceiling.
"Ah ain't doin' nothin', Daddy!" Audra bid, "ah'll be quiet as a mouse... cross mah heart!"
"You BEST hush up, girl!" A shrill woman's voice added, "otherwise you'll end up back in that closet again!"
Audra scrambled to the foot of the bed and leaned over to look at Serina. "You ok? The monsters didn't hurt you did they? They're awful mad, Seri. You gotta leave b'fore they find you heah. If Mama an' Daddy find you ah don't know what they'll do--" she pleaded.
"Come with mae, love," Serina said, rising to her feet, and casting a wary look at the closet. "They will nae hurt ye again. I will nae let them, trust mae," Emeryld held out her hand to Audra.
Audra grasped it but shook her head, "That'd make 'em awful mad. They'd punish me worse for leavin'. They hate it when ah dis'pear--" she trailed off when a pillar of ice shot through the floor. Suddenly Audra's hand faded and passed through Serina's, then she and the room vanished leaving only a frozen wasteland in her wake. ***
The frozen wind cut throughout Emeryld like a knife, chilling her down to the bone. Everywhere she looked she saw shades of white, gray, and blue. Jagged pillars of ice were scattered spurtatically about, the ground nothing but a cold refection of slippery glass.
Serina stepped around one of the ice pillars to explore her surroundings when another whip of the wind carried a mocking voice along the lands, "Here kitty, kitty. . .come here pretty panther. . ."
Whipping around to face the direction of the voice, Serina rapped, "She Ye'self!"
"Shiny black rayvn bird. . .no need to make demands. . .no reason to fight. . .you've suffered the blood just as much," the voice answered, seemingly closer to her this time.
"Who are ye?" Emeryld called out to the deafening winds.
Suddenly a burst of hot flame shot through the center of the ice. Too odd a contrast to the frigid ice, but then the woman who stood in the heart of the flame was a contrast. There stood a woman with impossibly short white wind-blown hair, lounged against an ice pillar which should have been reduced to a puddle. She wore bright crimson and donned an equally garish scarlet mark over one eye (on the left side of her face, the same place Rogue had been hit with Gambit's card, Serina noted)--resembling a tear shed of blood. The woman grinned incessantly, her jade eyes sparkling as she watched Serina as she gave a bow.
"How rude of me not to introduce myself: my most common reference is Scorn. My, my, my. . . speaking of rudeness, hasn't anyone ever taught you that it's very rude to come where you haven't been invited?" she said finally cocking her head.
"I dinnae seem to have a choice," Serina answered, carefully taking stock of the situation.
The woman seemed to consider her answer for a moment.
"Funny thing about choices, sometimes you have more control over them than you think," she replied almost philosophically, "You CHOSE to come here, Serina. You wouldn't be here if you weren't prying--so let's cut to the chase, love: What do you want here?"
Serina realized that Scorn was an image of one of the many facets of her own personalties. She herself had been shattered into multiple personalities and Scorn seemed far too much like Ravyn. She was a protector, reckless and unharborred. Perhaps not as fierce but the same in many aspects and just as playfully devious. The only way to deal with her would be head on with brutal truths.
"Ye got mae," Serina said finally. "I am prying. I be looking for Rogue."
"Well," Scorn said wistfully, pushing herself off the ice column. Grinning again she mocked Serina's Scottish brogue, "Ye willnae find her here, kitten. She's dead."
Serina narrowed her eyes and crept closer toward Scorn, purposely invading her personal territory, "Ye keep insisting that, but I duen'nae believe ye."
"Really? Well then, that's too bad for you isn't it?" Scorn pouted with a tsk. Something in her eyes; however, told Serina she was getting to Scorn. "Because it's the truth. Rogue's gone, poof disappeared, because of that no good thief you defend. He's done the very same to you, Serina, and it caused how much damage to you? Why do you even try to protect him? Right. . . I remember now animalistic attachments. Mates for life--ownership! You belong to him. . . he OWNS you!"
Serina flinched at the comment and snarled on the verge of an attack, "That's what ye think is it!? He does nae own mae, no one does."
"That's what I know. That's what's so obvious. You fight it and you very well should. He's not worth all the trouble, Serina. That ridiculous MAN you love has hurt you just like he's hurt Rogue! And now he's gone and murdered her."
"WRONG!" Serina snapped back, "Ye would nae be here if Rogue were dead because ye are part of her. Ye are Rogue's hate and anger just as Audra is the frightened child who ne'er grew up, who couldn't deal with what went bump in the night. It's YOU who's murdering Rogue, by keeping her hidden far too deep--"
Serina was cut off by a burst of flame exploding in her face. Scorn's temper had reached breaking point. The head liquified the ice columns and the mirrored ice which they had been standing on, and Serina began to fall. Scorn's voice could be heard through the roar of the searing flames, "THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!"
Then Emeryld hit the hard smooth surface of a tiled floor. ***
Beating the last of the smoking flames from her clothing, Serina pulled herself to her feet. The room was utterly black, so dark that not even Serina's photosensitive cat-eyes couldn't pick up a particle of light. It was almost as if she had fallen into a vacuum, and there was nothing around to bounce her telepathic thoughts off of.
She felt along the floor, groping for something, anything, when suddenly a dim light suddenly illuminated her surroundings; and she found herself in a nursery. Not the sort of nursery that existed in any normality of the word. The contents of the room all had a submerged in water effect, nothing could be seen very clearly. It was as if everything was draped in translucent waves, and a warm glow seemed to illuminate and pulse from within.
In the center of the room was a figure which sat rocking a child in it's arms. The figure was a golden lighted phantom of a woman in a rocking chair. A pleasant, softly humming sound vibrated all around, reminiscent of some long forgotten lullaby.
Serina stood near a basinet and reached to pick up a blanket, only to have her hand completely phase through. Nothing was as solid as the other facets of Rogue's mind had been. She realized then that she wasn't in a full consciousness, but rather an instinctual-emotional semi-consciousness.
She moved then to crouch by the golden figure, watching it nurture the babe in its arms. All at once, Serina felt an overwhelming sense of love wash over her entire being as the figure turned toward her opening its arms as if to embrace her as well. Serina was drawn to it. She ached to actually let the phantom being touch her.
{{Of course,}} Serina thought in awe {{The waves. . . the light. . . the humming. . . it's all as a baby would see it. The only thing Rogue has maybe ever known of a mother. Something that loves unconditionally that cherishes.}}
"Beautiful isn't it? The best feelin' in the world, t'be so loved an' cherished?" Came a voice from behind her that knocked Serina out of her awed trance.
"Rogue!?" Serina called out as she whirled around and found a solid open door.
Climbing to her feet, Serina rose and peered throughout the door. It seemed to lead into a dark alley. Without hesitation, Serina plunged through the doorway, following where the sound of Rogue's voice had come from, "Rogue, where are ye?"
As Serina crept deftly from the alley she found herself surrounded by large black ominous buildings that loomed high above her. Broken neon signs, no street lamps. The city seemed cold and deserted. Thunder rumbled overhead as Serina traversed the pavement, "Rogue!?"
A flash of lightning illuminated one of the building widows where Sabertooth's image appeared for and instant in a snarling rage. In another came a flash of light came numerous others. Faces Serina recognized such as Nightcrawler, Wolverine, Storm, Angel, Colossus, Magneto, Gambit, and then there were numerous others she would never be able to place. So many people flashed in the infinite number of opaque windows of various buildings. All of them seemed furious and frighteningly menacing. All of them, Serina knew, where scars and left over ghosts of all the personalities Rogue had ever absorbed.
Serina was so overwhelmed by the flashes of persons, she barely noticed the huddled figure in the center of the street. She seemed small and shivering. Serina realized she'd finally found who she'd come searching for. "Rogue. "
Rogue looked up, fearfully for a moment until realization dawned. She looked so fragile sitting alone in the center of the street. "S-seri?"
Serina began to move toward her, only she didn't get anywhere. It was as if there was an invisible barrier that kept her away at arms length. "It's mae, darling, will you let me closer to you?"
Rogue only shook her head and held her arms tighter around herself, "A-ah can't."
"Alright, I will nae force ye then. I'll stay here and talk, is that ok?"
"Yes."
"Quite a defense line ye have set up there, but ye will have to brave the real world again. Ye cannae hide here forever, ye know that don't you?" Serina began.
"It hurts too much," Rogue cried.
"It doesn't seem much better in here," Serina commented casting a wary look at the buildings.
"The professah's made it so they can't come out to hurt me. They can only look at me, it don't hurt as bad as the real world. Ah'm frightened. I can't do it after whut Rem-rem--Gambit did. He hurt me, Seri--he hurt you! How could y'all handle anythin' about him after whut he's done?" She was crying. Tears rolled down her cheeks, down over the heart that scarred her eye. Even in her mind she was wounded with her physical inflictions.
"I handle it because I'm strong, and so are you. Look at all the personalities and damage ye've survived so far?" Serina explained gesturing up to the rows of buildings and the window occupants. " I'm nae telling you it will be easy. It will take a long time to cope with the damage. . . and I can tell you it willnae ever go away completely, but I will do mae damndest to help you. Ye know Betsy and Jean will too."
"Ah can't come with you jus' yet," Rogue whispered.
"I understand. Ye don't have to come just now, but will ye have the others allow us to take ye home to the mansion? Ye will come back to us when ye're ready. In the meanwhile I'll come back and help you. We'll learn to have the others under control while they control your body in the real world. Is that a deal?"
"Ah'll try. . . ah just can't do it all yet. . . not so soon. Ah'm sorry, Seri."
"I would nae expect ye to. I'll be back soon, love. We'll make things right yet." With that Serina nodded and disappeared from Rogue's mind. ***
Serina opened her eyes and lifted her head, to see the others looking at her hopefully. Rogue was limp in her arms, eyes closed.
"Is she--?" Scott began.
Serina shook her head, "She's unconscious now. Rogue is in there hiding, frightened worse than ye can fathom. I can understand how hard it is to come back to the real world; to trust again. She willnae be the same Rogue we knew for a long time, if ever again. F'now
we bring her home and learn to live with her other protecting personalities until she chooses to come back from hiding. She'll let us take her home without a problem, that much I'm sure of."
Wolverine stalked over and lifted Rogue into his arms, and began to walk from the cell, "Alright let's get outta this rat trap."
"Sinister is just letting us go? There's something not right about this," Warren commented as he and Psylocke followed after Wolverine. The others began to file out of the cell toward the Blackbird, soon only and unconscious Gambit, as well as Beast, Phoenix, and
Cyclops remained with Serina.
"We're taking Gambit with us," Emeryld stated, "And that wasn't a request."
"We'd already agreed that it was in our better judgement to take him back to the mansion. There we can tend to his wounds and find a suitable sentence for him," Cyclops answered.
Beast ever-so-carefully lifted Gambit from the bed and made his way after the others.
"Sentence without a trial, how democratic," Serina scoffed, "Listen t'mae, Scott, and listen good. I willnae let you pronounce any sentence until I find out what really went on here. There will be no dictum over unknown cause. Things have happened that ye duen'nae know a damn thing aboot, and there are things aboot Remy and I that ye are oblivious to. Ye should know aboot guilt as well as any of them for what ye did t'mae vision. So when it comes to mun and my husband ye have no say." With that Serina turned on her heel and walked out of the cell.
"Scott? You know she just--" Phoenix began in a concerned voice, when Cyclops remained silent for quite some time.
Cyclops cut her off and took her hand in his, "Let's just go home, Jean. Let's just go home."
The End.............. Or is it.................???????????????
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