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[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

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[ This is a familiar story to most mutants, even Charles to some degree, though his mutation gave him the ability to avoid the potential bigots in their world. Gently, he draws out the fear and pressure. It's still there, but muted now. It'll no longer feel like an invisible barrier between her and connecting with others. ]

[She watches Charles for a moment. She can feel...something. She doesn't know what exactly, but it's not bad so she fights against the impulse to shut it out. She came to him for a reason. What's the point if she doesn't try? Taking a deep breath she moves on to the part she skipped before.

It's a normal afternoon. She's sitting at the dining room table working on homework. Her parents are in the living room. Normal except for their daughter with a secret. Peaceful except for what happens next.

The door is blown open, sending splinters through the room and a couple of Infinite soldiers—part technology and part genetic fodder—move inside. There had been pictures of them on the news. There had been attacks in various locations worldwide, but they'd stayed relatively small and distant until now. Until it was her home. Until they spoke in their almost robotic tone that they were seeking "Designate, Katherine Pryde. Classification: Alpha mutant." Her father tried to push them back as he called out for them to run. But he couldn't buy them time. He was dead in an instant. He was nothing to them. Insignificant. A flatscan. Her mom was next. And the whole time Kitty felt so utterly frozen in place. It felt like years of inaction when it was probably a matter of seconds. Less than a minute for her world to fall apart so completely.

And then she was running and running and somehow when she finally collapsed, heaving for breath and shaking from fear, emptying the contents of her stomach in an empty storefront she realized she'd been running through obstacles instead of around them.

It won't be until much later that she realizes they must have been unable to track her while phased. In the moment it doesn't matter much. She's scared and completely alone in the world. Her parents died because of her and their dying act was still to try and protect her when they couldn't protect themselves.]

[ This one was a little more intense. Memories of the Sentinels flood back briefly, of a stadium falling towards him and the Sentinels flying above, Erik floating above with his speech that spelled the end of everything --

Charles wrenches himself from his memory and hers before he tries the same thing. This one was harder, a little too personal. So he decides to check. ]

How do you feel?

[So, so dryly.] Oh, super terrific. Anytime I can relieve their deaths with the most detail possible it is the best. [But it is something she has relived before in retellings and nightmares and the prison's various mind games. It doesn't make her shake anymore. There aren't any tears. There could be. She still feels deeply for her parents, but in this moment there are none. The memory still hurts. She still feels guilt and frustration for doing nothing as they acted. For not running away from home or training herself in her powers or anything that might have saved them even though she knows it was never going to be easy. The world was breaking apart and they might have been the lucky ones dying so quickly, never having to see it fall to ruins. Caught up in her own thoughts and feelings it takes her a moment to notice she may not be the only one affected here.]

Are you okay?

[ He rubs his forehead. ]

Yes, not to worry. Telepathy is often a two-way connection. I tend to feel strongly as well.

[Softly.] Yeah, I guess it would be. That's probably enough of those for now anyway. [She could use some time to sit with this and see if she still feels good about it. She also doesn't want to overwhelm Charles or herself.]

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[ He nods in agreement. ]

It's best to do this slowly.

Thanks for this. For...wanting to help. [She's still not sure it will help, but the attempt means something to her if nothing else.]

[ He softens with a smile. ]

I'm always available if you need help.

Same goes for you, okay? Though my help might be more fighty. [She smiles back.]

I'm sure you have many other skills as well.

Maybe one or two. [Yeah, yeah, she knows.]

I wouldn't mind seeing those someday.

Well, play your cards right? [As if he'd really have to work for it.]

Hey, are you okay on your own after all that or do you need a lift back to your ship or anywhere? [Not sure how taxing it might have been on his side.]

It's fine. It just takes me a little longer than most, that's all.

Okay. In that case...until next time?

I'll be here.

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