[It doesn't register, at first. She's too deep in her struggle, violent and helpless, echoed in the mounting chaos in her bedroom. They're dragging her down the passages again, and sometimes the dank row of cells flickers into the shining steel of Asteroid M, or the flat grey corridors of the sentinel base.
But then she can hear his voice, and feel the rage and horror begin to fade, the memory of agony begin to dull. Everything seems to slow - the brutes pulling her, her flailing limbs. The objects darting around her room follow suit.]
Dream? Professor?
[Everything lurches, then, and suddenly Jean is one her hands and knees, a sob wrenching from her throat.]
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But then she can hear his voice, and feel the rage and horror begin to fade, the memory of agony begin to dull. Everything seems to slow - the brutes pulling her, her flailing limbs. The objects darting around her room follow suit.]
Dream? Professor?
[Everything lurches, then, and suddenly Jean is one her hands and knees, a sob wrenching from her throat.]
No, you're - you're gone, I couldn't -