She was silent, again, as she let that particular thought sink in. Gabrielle had no experience with death (aside from her uncle's funeral, which really didn't count). Gilda, on the other hand, did -- and a small stirring of frustration started churning in her gut. Quicksilver and Magneto duking it out in NYC wasn't exactly the same as Gotham's dark and sordid crime belly. But it made her angry anyway. It was unfair. It was all unfair and stupid.

"I'd rather if you didn't," Gaby said simply. "It might sound the most obvious thing ever, but -- there must be a way, and it doesn't have to happen. That history doesn't have to occur again, you know? We're not alone in this. There are people, heads, we can go to. Xavier's out there. Wonderwoman's out there. I'm not--"

Frustration. Gilda's anger swooping in, old and tired. She hated this; Matthew didn't have to kill anyone and Magneto didn't have to go evil and she didn't have to lose her husband yet again, for fuck's sake!

"I'm not letting it happen. Okay? One power plant is quite enough."

She almost said 'I won't let you'.