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"Hank is always ten steps ahead," she replied, shaking her head with a slight smile once more. "I swear, if his mutation wasn't clear, I'd almost guess he was able to see the future. Even more so than most mutants we've met with the same powers."

She nodded, squeezing his hand tightly in solidarity. She knew how much this meant to him, to everyone. Lots of people didn't realize how much that followed them. The death of others, memories lost and memories gained. Each part of them stripped away until all that remained was soldiers to ↓

"I promise I won't tell anyone Scott," she said, patting his hand gently. "Unless it is absolutely necessary, this stays our secret. I swear it."

The X-Force, huh? The name and plan sounded nice, especially from an outside perspective, but she still had some worry. "Sort of like our own version of a secret team right?" she asked. She understood the premise well enough at least, and part of her hope Scott's plan went well, especially after ↓

"Congressmen and their lust for money," Jean said, waving her hand for a brief moment before smiling. "We both have this, Scott. We just need to figure it out together."

She nodded, slowly as she thought. "Hopefully, they don't take a page from Magneto's book and start wearing metal headgear to block me out," she mumbled slightly.

but peter...you're going to DIE DOING THIS. YOU'RE GOING TO DIE IN THAT STUPID COSTUME

"It always comes back to those, huh?" she asked, shaking her head. "Who do you want to attend? You or me?" Usually, she'd figure it's Beast attending, but given how they treated him last time.

"You better. I can't lose anyone else, Scott. Not you, not Logan, not Storm or Beast or Jubilee, nor Rogue and Remy. If any of you go out on me, you can bet your ass that I'll find a way to bring you back," she stated. And she would, no matter what.

♇ᡣ𐭩 "Pluto, what are you thinking about?" Honestly? My brain be smooth, I'm just thinking of Wolverine and Sabertooth respectively

Jean almost hesitated. The image of Xavier briefly flashing in her mind, of his kinder smile and how sometimes that turned into an even worse memory of Mr. Sinister. Human and mutants, both worked against and with eachother in ways that stuck in her throat like a bad taste. She really couldn't ↓

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"You can't expect the world to change in ten years, Scoot," she reminded him softly. "It took more than ten years for certain events to become better." She released his shoulder now, moving to stand with her arms crossed as she watched him. She could understand his frustration, better than ↓

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"I don't think that's a bad thing," she said softly, squeezing his shoulder. "Sometimes you need to have a stable head and to analyze what you can."

"Washington always talks about us, I doubt they have anything better to do. Papers and pencils get so boring," Jean replied rarher gently. "It won't last very long I'm certain."

"About?" she asked, drawing back slightly to better look at his face. "You seem very intent on whatever it is. Is something wrong?"