Re: [quicklog: louis d/jean g]
[Jean watched the scene unfold in his mind, experiencing the emotions and sensations as though they were her own. Everything was so confusing, but clearly there was a connection between the alien weapon and what had followed. No, he was probably not a mutant, but as she had said, that didn't matter. She needed to help. Without more information on the specifics it would be difficult, but given his delicate mental state she would be remiss to try and ask for more.
Thank you. [And with that, she pulled free from his brain, those fiery tendrils leaving only the faintest hint of warmth as her presence in his mind disappeared.
Where was Cable when she needed him? Jean was no technopath. Her specialty lay in the living. Sure, she could block those memories, let him relax, give him a respite from that sensation of being shattered, but it wouldn't help. He'd still be incomplete. Burn away that which doesn't work. Finish his pain. We can bring him back. Creation. Those vicious flames were shoved down inside of her, harnessing the Phoenix from making her feel that destruction was his salvation.
The redhead shook her head, a soft sigh slipping from her lips as her hand rubbed up and down his back.] I'm sorry you had to go through that. We'll figure this out. [Her mind was already working on how to communicate with the other parts of him, wondering if the use of Cerebro could elevate her brainwaves enough. Maybe if Cerebro knew his mental patterns.] Probably not tonight. Tonight you should rest. [She slipped her hand up to stroke his hair back idly, that maternal instinct kicking in once more.] I have a room near mine you can have for as long as you'd like. [Jean had moved away from Wanda's rooms ever since the incident.] And I'm not the greatest cook, but if you're hungry, I make a mean macaroni and cheese. Anything else you may want I cannot vouch for the tastiness of, but I'll try.