From the Shi'ar departure deck, she watches her team and those come to greet them.
Piotr's skin shining like a beacon in the sun, directing all homeward.
Rogue and Henry helping each other along the path, Lorna and Alex, Paige following close behind with Warren. She watches shoulders bent with battered bodies, possibly embittered souls, and the weight of all that's happened during the time away.
Observes Logan say nothing as he slips away from them all to seek his own solace. He will leave, she thinks with wooden certainty.
Ororo's eyes drift blankly to the grass, green and familiar. Abruptly realizes she wants nothing more than to avoid it. To fly and seek refuge away. Her garden. The woods. Anywhere but the mansion and the memories waiting there.
Her gaze passes over her friends again. They'd exchanged few words with each other on the way home. As much as the first generation of X-Men considers themselves family, across the years she's come to consider the second team hers. They were her home, but now... now her home felt broken again.
Light glints off metal making her pause once more.
Feet land and test against the hard earth, slapping it with her weight and the weight of duty and unshed tears as she walks the line home.
Piotr's skin shining like a beacon in the sun, directing all homeward.
Rogue and Henry helping each other along the path, Lorna and Alex, Paige following close behind with Warren. She watches shoulders bent with battered bodies, possibly embittered souls, and the weight of all that's happened during the time away.
Observes Logan say nothing as he slips away from them all to seek his own solace. He will leave, she thinks with wooden certainty.
Ororo's eyes drift blankly to the grass, green and familiar. Abruptly realizes she wants nothing more than to avoid it. To fly and seek refuge away. Her garden. The woods. Anywhere but the mansion and the memories waiting there.
Her gaze passes over her friends again. They'd exchanged few words with each other on the way home. As much as the first generation of X-Men considers themselves family, across the years she's come to consider the second team hers. They were her home, but now... now her home felt broken again.
Light glints off metal making her pause once more.
Feet land and test against the hard earth, slapping it with her weight and the weight of duty and unshed tears as she walks the line home.
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