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[greyate]

"This is Jean. I can't answer right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you."

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[welcomeprofessor]

[No, none of it is. But he doesn't see much point in lending more worry to something that's already concerning enough. It's a bit of self-determination wrapped up in that attempt at comfort: if they say it enough, it has to be true in some capacity. When the world starts spinning backward.]

I'm only conceding to that accusation if it's working.

[greyate]

[ The first sign is the way her lips tremble just before getting the words out, ]

It's not.

[ Her face crumples as she looks away again, sniffing hard and trying to hold back tears. ]

Did I--did I kill someone again?

[ Someone who didn't deserve it. Someone whose head she got into and woke up in a hospital afterward. Like what happened with her mother.

Is that way she can't remember? Did she block it out? Did Charles? ]

[welcomeprofessor]

No.

[If she has, it's not something anyone has said. And even through all of the upset lecturing and guilt from the others who came out of it with her, he trusts Logan to not obscure a detail so large.

But even if that's a grand exaggeration of what had actually happened on the Outpost, the question itself is a gut punch neither of them needed. He doesn't require a connection with her mind right now to know exactly where her memories have dragged her. He may not regret having taken Jean in--not even for a day--but there will never be any way to find comfort in the circumstances that led to it.

He shakes his head, and lets out a stuttered breath.]

Jean, no. You overextended yourself and collapsed.

[To put it lightly, more so than Charles even knows right now.]

[greyate]

[ She brings her hand up to her face, covering her eyes as the tears leak out the corners. ]

Then why can't I remember?! I can't even use my powers!

[ This is normal for her. This shouldn't be happening. ]

[welcomeprofessor]

Jean.

[The admonishment is soft, toothless. He knows, on some level, how terrifying this is, though in his instance, he'd walked into that loss with a degree of agency that she lacks in this. He's not unsympathetic in the least, but where she's just woken up, this added stress can't be helping anything.]

It's not for lack of trying. I know. I've been here since they brought you in, and it's not much less disconcerting that I can't-- [connect] Your mind needs time to heal as much as the rest of you. I know that it's hard, how it hurts. But this isn't going to help.