Betsy Braddock is suddenly between Kurt and Remy, as if she'd always been standing there. With a finger to her lips, her face flickers with an aura of butterfly-shaped energy, visible only to the gentlemen with her...a tell-tale sign of her telepathic powers at work.
{I'm linking the three of us telepathically, the better to avoid leading him to us...now, this is odd.}
Psylocke's gaze goes far away, and her expression becomes a mask of puzzlement.
{Creed's mind is notoriously hard to read at the best of times...he thinks on such an animalistic level it's often like trying to brain-scan a predator, and what I find there usually isn't pretty. But from what I can see, he's hurt...and not looking for a fight.}
Well, isn't that disappointing, the Britasian thinks to herself. Sabretooth was indirectly responsible for her joining the X-Men...a long time ago, she'd fought him one-on-one, with only her wits and psi-powers against his matchless cruelty and mindless savagery. She'd lived...not triumphed, but survived. And that had been what had helped the team finally accept her earnest plea to let her stay with them and do some good.
{It's hard to imagine anything rendering him in such a state. There's something more to this story that we don't know...so for the time being I think, as much as it galls me, we'll have to play this...diplomatically.}