Such an intricate mind, such depths to heal, and Phoenix intended to uncover them all, one by one. It wasn't so much an important movement, as the creature felt it necessary to help another who felt so very much like herself.
Nothing was unimportant or avoidable, as it was all involved in who and what Mia was. Ever movement, moment, and hour was a piece and part of what made up the child now swirling around her. The other's energy made her smile. Another piece fit together, and another memory snapped back into place, sealing over as if nothing had ever been damaged to begin with. Heal. Live. Freedom. Those were the silent promises that each piece brought to the table and every step was closer and closer to them.
The island, mean while, was still undersegue. None of it was as positive a moment as what Mia was experiencing up and into the sky. The block's roof started crumbling very slowly, miniscule fragments at a time. Another plane started to disappear and fill the void below the surface. Heal the land. Kill the humans. Their bones would yield nutrients. Nothing wuold survive the purge except the evolved. They would stand alone among the ruin and bring forward the next group of mutants, the change would occur, and with it would swing the new power, the strength to maintain life that they so needed. She would be their freedom.
And somewhere inside, Jean Grey was crying, mourning the destruction of her home.