Wicked looked at the gross kid. That... almost made sense. "Mostly two eyes," she corrected. "And they belong to me."
She turned back to Kurt, who seemed to be the only one talking sense. "Look, he seems a good guy and all, but a daring rescue's not going to happen here. He's sealed up in a solid metal vault. Magneto just took these giant slabs and welded them together with his brain. They're thick too. Like ten feet thick. He's not taking chances. And Logan's pretty messed up. Not dead, but he's out a lot, and when he's awake, he's delirious for most of it. And he's still, like, bent. I'd offer to put him out of his misery, but if he survived all that, I don't know how."
She wondered suddenly if she did know how. She had this attachment to souls. Could she just... take one? Out of a living person? She'd never tried. Jesus. That would be some serious shit.
"Haroun left Wednesday when Logan got taken," Wicked said. "He made it out of the nuke room, that's the last I saw him. I think he didn't get captured, because he was on the list when the vanguard were sent to round all of you up yesterday."
Wicked gave them a look. "Why don't you know all this? Don't you guys talk to each other?"