Of all the children she'd found, this one hit close to home. This was essentially her years ago, when the migraines had started, the voices soon after, and the tortured confusion about what was going on, and why her. Those were the early days, she'd learnt how to use the mind reading to her advantage, and how to tune everyone out, but that hadn't come right away. What would it be like, to teach another telepath and guide them through those pitfalls she wondered? Part of putting this school together was to help young mutants, part to use them to get back at Shaw eventually, and another part finally fulfilling that dream of being a teacher.
And here was her opportunity to mentor someone just like herself. She wasn't going to miss it.
Amidst the jumble and chaos of thoughts, one clear one would come through it all, as if the one perfectly readable sentence on a smudged and blurry page full of scribbles.