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Ororo had never hid her wariness of the Phoenix. She had witnessed the way it possessed her best friend’s mind, and while she trusted Jean implicitly, she was the first to admit that the Phoenix did not necessarily need to find a new host. For a time, it and Jean had been friendly, and from her understanding, Jean had invited the Phoenix into her mind personally. It was not something that Ororo faulted her for, though she truly wished it had never occurred. Jean Grey deserved far better than being paranoid over a cosmic entity. Jean had once mentioned missing the kinship they had had as well, another thing Ororo never criticized. Roaming Egypt alone, she was the first to understand the wariness of being lonely. Out of that very concern, and with understanding of what a complex issue Jean was facing, Ororo purposely began a conversation about the Phoenix on a regular basis. If Jean was being threatened, they could handle that issue, and if she was simply mourning the loss, it was best she had someone to discuss it with.

Rather than meet at Xavier’s, she had chosen to visit Jean at her home. Students were never intentionally nosy (Ororo liked to believe that), but rumours traveled very quickly throughout the halls of the school. As she entered, calling out a greeting, Ororo immediately poured two glasses of time for them to enjoy. “How was your day?” She asked Jean, looking up at her friend with a smile. “I had a very… interesting lesson. A student nearly blew my head off with an explosive mutation, I’ve never witnessed anything like it.” She was exaggerating, but it was a much more entertaining story that way. As she crossed the room to sit beside Jean, Ororo asked, “How are you doing with the Phoenix?” She had never been one to avoid the difficult topics.

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Intuition had always been what Ororo relied upon most. She had never once trusted Doom nor his intentions, it came as no surprise that he had released the contents of his personal list, though he had withheld the extent of people’s powers and thankfully, no identities were attached. No person in power asked for such priceless information without ulterior motives but thankfully, several mutants had listed, allowing some of the heat to be thrown onto other heroes. It was a small thing to be grateful for, but Ororo was obviously pleased that her plan had gone accordingly. That being said, she hated the fact that people had had their trust broken, and she hated that numerous heroes were getting such merciless treatment.

A day after the party, Ororo had requested that Jean meet her at a small, discreet diner. She preferred to be at the mansion, but with the chaos on the streets, she felt it important to be close to the heroes facing repercussion for their refusal. Ororo refused to allow people to be harmed solely for exercising their liberties. “Thank you for coming to lunch,” she said, offering Jean a bright smile as her friend sat across from her. Absently, Ororo’s eyes drifted outside and she frowned at the sight of the angry signs and loud chants, demanding that heroes comply with Doom. “What do you make of our president leaking the list?” She asked quietly, turning her attention back to Jean, obviously troubled.