[Jean hasn't has nightmares - brutal, awful, frightful nightmares - for a long time. It's dangerous, for her. Xavier taught her techniques to sooth her mind, to draw her into the deepest sleep.
She tried. She really did.
But the helpless horror of those few days has been steadily catching up to her, and it's too great to combat alone any more.
She's in the cages again, and corpses litter the floor beside her, ever shifting; the Professor, Erik, the X-Men, Annie.
The Vanquish, too, never quite hold their form - sometimes they're the monsters she'd so desperately fought against. Sometimes they look like sentinels, or lava men, or demons; flickers of Magneto and the Juggernaut.
Always they sneer at her she tries to fight, sluggish and weak, her strikes sliding off of them.
You're useless, little girl. You couldn't save them. You're going to die here.
She can't do anything to them, as they drag her kicking and screaming through the same tests and tortures, but outside of her head, her rage isn't contained; it lifts her body and rocks her room, tearing through everything in its path.]
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She tried. She really did.
But the helpless horror of those few days has been steadily catching up to her, and it's too great to combat alone any more.
She's in the cages again, and corpses litter the floor beside her, ever shifting; the Professor, Erik, the X-Men, Annie.
The Vanquish, too, never quite hold their form - sometimes they're the monsters she'd so desperately fought against. Sometimes they look like sentinels, or lava men, or demons; flickers of Magneto and the Juggernaut.
Always they sneer at her she tries to fight, sluggish and weak, her strikes sliding off of them.
You're useless, little girl. You couldn't save them. You're going to die here.
She can't do anything to them, as they drag her kicking and screaming through the same tests and tortures, but outside of her head, her rage isn't contained; it lifts her body and rocks her room, tearing through everything in its path.]