Her smile was slow and sad. With a small tsk she raised a hand to his face. "That's not true Logan. Even I know that. No one dares blame her, not even in their surface thoughts. I don't know why Charles trusts her so, usually he's a bit more careful to have trust established, but everyone knows he trusts her entirely. So they don't dare think anything where she might pick it up."
She knew what he was asking. Jean was well aware that losing control or not hadn't been what killed Alex, but it certainly hadn't helped. "It's, always there. Just under the surface." Opening her eyes she pulled back and put her hand to her chest, fisting it as her shoulders slumped forward a bit. "It's, not whole. It desperately wants to be so is angry, lashing out. I can't, I can't even get anyone to fathom how it feels, to be just, a part of yourself, I don't think I understand it entirely."