She wasn't going to lie to herself and say that she wasn't getting any satisfaction out of this. Leading up to her deciding to take a break from the X-men, she'd wanted so badly to point out all the ways that the older X-men had screwed up and failed her and her friends. Except there was never time, or there was some sort of attack going on, or someone had some cutting remark about how in their day, things were a lot worse than being repeatedly thrown into Limbo and getting your soul painfully ripped into pieces and taken who knew where.
So yeah, this was cathartic. Except not really, since what good did it do if he didn't even remember doing any of it? It just made Megan feel worse. She reached out to awkwardly pat him on the shoulder, flying up in the air to do so because seriously, the guy was huge.
"It's not like you were the one who actually ripped it out," she said grudgingly. "And you weren't the one actually ordering me back over and over. If you ever want to kill a girl's crush on you, order her back to Limbo three or four times." She wrinkled her nose. "Mr. Summers turns into a gigantic jerk, in case you were wondering." She landed, looking down at the ground. "Things get really bad all around."