She knew the theory. Knew it well, recited it to herself when she felt that flare of power that she couldn't quite place. When she started doubting herself. It was interesting to see that he seemed to do the same.
Jean smiled softly, he was fine. Banged up, and she knew that the physical hurts would heal fast enough. it was those memories that worried her. With only an inkling of what someone like Stryker could do. No one liked feeling weak, but it was part of being human. So she just gave his hand a squeeze.
His mind opened and she let it, not wanting to force the issue, not wanting to make things harder by invading his mind. So she just let him lay the memories out. Jean couldn't help but suck in a breath. The connection mind to mind had been established so many years ago that it was one of the stronger, if not the strongest, one she had. The memories were as real as if they were her own and her eyes watered. Her throat felt like it was going to close.
By the time his eyes opened her lips were pursed and she was holding back the tears he refused to let go. She wasnt' sure what to say, she certainly wasnt' sure she could trust that this woman was only acting under orders. There seemed to be, pleasure in the pain. We'll find her, Charles. If there's any way. . . To what? Promise him that they'd make the woman help? She knew he would want to help her et away from Stryker if only because that was what he did. Rescue mutants, help them find freedom, but the idea that there was a chance she could help him, Jean would have to stop herself from demanding that the woman did so.