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I’m worried about you, Scott. Emma’s words had been ringing in his head ever since she said them, ever since he’d stubbornly pretended not to hear her. She was worried, and he’d realized she was right to be. He couldn’t control the Phoenix. No one could. Not him, not Emma, not even Jean. But Scott had been arrogant, and Emma had been right. That was probably a given.
He felt her before he saw her. A familiar presence in the back of his mind, like a tickle against his temple. In spite of everything, Scott smiled. He didn’t move from where he sat, legs stretched out in front of him on the ground. She’d come to him. He knew it with as much certainty as he knew his own name. And, sure enough, she approached. Scott didn’t look up, kept this gaze locked to the city in front of him. “It’s nice to see you,” he commented. “Or a version of you, at least. Are you here to tell me how much this world sucks? Or put me down, maybe? I’ve gotta say, Emma, I don’t know if you can. Charles tried it. It didn’t end well for him.”
