(Simultaneously, the conversation with Quentin in her head is not going great. The audacity irks her to no foreseeable end, but seeing Julian like this? She would loathe to admit that Quire might be right, maybe they shouldn't tell everyone unless directly prompted. This anger he feels is nothing new; it's one that everyone that surrounds her feels to some degree, but herself and the Cuckoos? They wanted to act upon it, too.
To spread so much dread, so much more hatred in humans spirits, sponsored, dangerous. Enough to cause a revolution, a new Krakoa that can rise from the ashes. They Five-in-One voted, yes, but... Sophie couldn't do it. Perhaps that's always going to be her individual trait that separates her from the hivemind, this reach for better, noble, and right, and she is paying the price for doing the morally correct thing, again.
The first time was sitting in Cerebro, thick blood running down her nose in her efforts to stop that stupid riot. Then, the Phoenix, and then the Phoenix again. Sophie was just dead, all this time, because of course she has. And now, doing the right thing has left her powers unstable, and she's never been this vulnerable in her entire damn life.
It's frightening.
And maybe, just maybe, this time she doesn't do the right thing, or she moves the goalposts to what the right thing actually is. Spare this pain, instead of dying on the hill of rights and wrongs, and while she's horrible at this, she wants to do something. Her heels are off now, barefoot as she walks through the debris that he left on the floor to sit on it next to him.
... While she very, very quietly tries to go through his mind to see what can soothe him.)
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To spread so much dread, so much more hatred in humans spirits, sponsored, dangerous. Enough to cause a revolution, a new Krakoa that can rise from the ashes. They Five-in-One voted, yes, but... Sophie couldn't do it. Perhaps that's always going to be her individual trait that separates her from the hivemind, this reach for better, noble, and right, and she is paying the price for doing the morally correct thing, again.
The first time was sitting in Cerebro, thick blood running down her nose in her efforts to stop that stupid riot. Then, the Phoenix, and then the Phoenix again. Sophie was just dead, all this time, because of course she has. And now, doing the right thing has left her powers unstable, and she's never been this vulnerable in her entire damn life.
It's frightening.
And maybe, just maybe, this time she doesn't do the right thing, or she moves the goalposts to what the right thing actually is. Spare this pain, instead of dying on the hill of rights and wrongs, and while she's horrible at this, she wants to do something. Her heels are off now, barefoot as she walks through the debris that he left on the floor to sit on it next to him.
... While she very, very quietly tries to go through his mind to see what can soothe him.)