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Who: Mystique and open
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Now.

[For any that may be watching the new recruit's arrival they would recognize the instant she became conscious, even if she didn't move from the bed. Her form shifted, a change in coloration, blue skin to tanned Caucasian and fiery red hair to glossy blonde. Despite looking like she was still asleep and resting Mystique was hyper aware something was wrong, trying to identify her surroundings through her other senses as she continued to mimic sleep.

Yet several long minutes later after no attack or sounds of another living being, she rose smoothly and cautiously from the bed, eyes darting around to her new surroundings. Her face was stiff, frozen in a forced calm expression while her mind raced to figure out what the hell was going on. It looked like a facility, similar to the one Scott Summers had trapped her in and left her to be experimented on. A flash of white hot rage at the memory shot through her but she quickly shoved it back. She was repay him ten folds for that, but for now she had to focus on what was going on.

Her exploration of the areas was only increasing her frustration and anger, ignoring those others trapped with her for the time and slipping out of their way to try and discover what was going on. Yet it was another discovery that angered her greater than anything else; the augment. She had been chipped, a fucking implant placed in her, and if it wasn't for the information that was ever so slowly trickling through it, to tell her that no, this wasn't a government base holding mutants, or even related to mutants in any way, she would had ripped it right out of her skull. She was still considering it actually.

Instead she looked to find the cameras, the ones she now knew were watching her, unable to keep a snarl from her face as she let her true form show.] Whoever thinks that I'm happy to be part of your little freak show, you're sorely mistaken. Or you will be once I get my hands on you.

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[Now that blunt question catches him off guard, like a punch to the gut. As much as he would want to hide the truth from her, he knows that he's already giving it away with how stunned and pale he must look in the wake of that question. It takes him a moment to compose himself to try to answer... How do you tell someone that she's dead?]

Y- you...

[He lowers his head, closing his eyes and softly shakes his head. Then he mutters weakly.]

You're gone.

[But he won't correct her on the cause. That's one thing he can't bring himself to admit out loud, even aside from all of the trouble it would stir up.]

[And that certainly cleared it all up. She had died that day, carrying out her mission, and had left Rogue to the hands of that madman and his so called god. She should be angry, furious, but it was more a cold chill that kept her frozen in place, maybe partly from the fact that it had happened but also that it was now over. No more chasing after threats or hiding undercover for years on end, no more having to put up with idiots because she needed them for something in the future. It was done.

There was a twinge of regret, of losing the chance to see Irene one last time, yet also anger. Those two emotions always seemed to intermix with her, that unshakable love she had for the woman, and the anger at what she said had to be done. Just because Mystique followed her rules didn't mean she always had to like them, no matter how important they were. And that was where she swallowed her pride, went against what she wanted for herself or others, and did what had to be done.

The world did not revolve around her, she knew that. This had all been for the betterment of mutantkind.]

I see. [Was all she managed to get out for now.]

[How does one follow up to telling someone they're dead? Kurt doesn't know, and he lets that silence hang there for a moment. It's a lot more uncomfortable than Kurt imagined her returning from the dead would be.

But after that moment passes, Kurt slowly raises his eyes to look into the feed, and to see his mother's eyes once more.]

I'm sorry.

[So often, he has dreams and nightmares where things go differently and he catches her, or he fails even more incredibly. Now she's here and alive again, but Kurt still has trouble seeing that light.]

[Mystique's gaze refocused on him as he got that out, eyes narrowing for a moment before she spoke.] You didn't kill me Kurt, you have no reason to be sorry.

I know I didn't.

But... I still feel sorry. And I still wish that I could have stopped it.

[She couldn't understand it, how Kurt was able to keep this type of view and attitude about her considering everything that happened. He had no reason to, she wouldn't dream of holding it against him if he just turned away from her, she deserved as much. But instead he kept trying to reach out.

And seeing him like this made Mystique glad events had happened how they did, that he had been lost to her, that he had found a family that could care for him. There was no room for this kind of softness in her world, it got destroyed too easily. If he had stayed with her he wouldn't had turned out like this. He would had turned out, well, like that other Kurt that was here, the one raised by another version of herself. Harsher, aggressive, defiant. That was not the boy on the communicator in front of her. He was not his mother's son.

He was not his father's son. And that was the most important thing.]

It's done, it's happened, can't be reversed. Not that it seems to matter here.

[Now there's a glimpse of hope in his eyes.]

Yeah... It doesn't matter here. You're here, and alive. It... it might not be the end after all, you know?

[All of the things Rogue said about Mystique and what drove her to break her still weighed on Kurt. But for now, he holds onto this light hope. What if they could stop her from returning to death?]

Yes, [That word was slowly drawn out, as if she was needing to spell out every letter in it for him. It may be a little close to how she spoke as Principal Darkholme when she use to catch him running late for class.] Provided I am still breathing here, I would have to agree. [She taking the comment literally and comparing it to her physical state, rather than anything that might be linked to unfinished business or unanswered questions.]

[Now he just feels stupid, and he rubs at his hair sheepishly. At least his face is less drawn with sorrow for a moment, and a light smile cracks on his face.]

Then- then I'm glad we agree! [It's weird, when he thinks about it. This could easily be the longest conversation he's ever had with his mother. And now that she's in space, too? There's a chance it can keep on happening. It's definitely something to get used to. He carries on with a light fondness.]

You are still breathing, and- and that's what matters.

[This was both so very familiar, having seen him like this while she had been at Bayville High, interacting with his friends, yes also strange. After all, she hadn't been around him and this really was one of the very few times they had talked. Really talked.

It didn't quite sit right, not yet, but if she was stuck here, and so was he... there was a chance to do... something? She wasn't sure, didn't know what she wanted or if she should even try. She didn't deserve it.] I understand there are multiple ships, which one are you on?

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