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"now and forever"

   ANAKIN, ALL I WANT IS YOUR LOVE  /   LOVE WON'T SAVE YOU, PADME.

I'M N̳O̳B̳O̳D̳Y̳'̳S̳ 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓 BUT MY 𝑂𝑊𝑁 !

"   I   DON'T   LIKE   MY   MEMORIES.   "   she   reflects   on   so   many   of   them.   the   ones   of   the   lab,   of   sophie's   death,   the   phoenix.   they   were   cruel   and   vile.   they   made   her   skin   crawl   in   agony.   the   girls   often   disregarded   them,   used   as   much   of   their   power   to   block   them   out   as   they   could   but   they   all   asserted   their   own   will   power.   some   believing   they   needed   it   to   form   their   own   identities   and   others   wanting   to   ignore   it.   regardless,   your   mind   was   constantly   screaming   between   yourself   and   the   girls   trying   to   decide   which   was   the   right   course   to   take,   if   any.   "   I   FEEL   LIKE   I'M   TRAPPED   IN   MY   OWN   MIND.   "

it's not just a feeling, it's a state of existence—— FOR HER / FOR YOU. lab-born, phoenix-risen, two sides of the same cruel coin. ❝ you're not alone, celeste. ❞ the words don't feel like enough; they never do. you swallow the build-up of saliva in your throat, breath becoming hitched momentarily as you seek the proper words. anything to subdue the brewing paradox of the mind. making your way around the desk inside your office, you stop once you're in front of her, palms of your hands moving to rest gently on her shoulders.

you ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ understand. the 𝒞𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 it gets, the more i FEEL it. the more the 𝑷𝑜𝚆𝖊𝓡 grows inside me.

FAMKE JANSSEN as JEAN GREY

dialogue prompts from longlegs (2024).

half psychic is better than not psychic at all.

maybe we'll just call you 'highly intuitive'.

can you stay on the line?

you know, there's such a thing as looking too long.

i must have lost track of time.

i'll drink while you tell me things.

it's almost like ____ was never there at all.

you didn't call to say goodnight.

even veals grow a little, and they grow up in a box with their legs all tied up.

i spent the day at home. where else would i be?

i'm okay. i just can't sleep.

i saw more than my fair share of nasty stuff.

i think i just need to be quiet for a little bit.

somebody's birthday is coming up.

be careful they don't work you too hard, alright?

are you still saying your prayers?

you're not afraid of a little bit of dark because you are the dark.

i've seen you before.

you've been to my house.

it's like a long dream, and so dark. a world of dark.

do you remember coming here?

what aren't you telling me?

when was the last time you talked to your mother?

will you tell me the honest truth about something?

i never said my prayers, never once. they scared me.

all our prayers don't help us. prayers don't do a goddamned thing.

nobody ever came to visit. no family, no strangers, no big bad wolves. not anybody.

you're not a child because you were allowed to grow up.

this is a cruel world, especially for the little things. not all of them are allowed to live.

i might have forgotten everything i could, but i never threw anything away.

you really don't remember?

now you're free, too.

i'm just a friend of a friend.

i'm doing this for you. just like i've always done.

emotions   were   running   high   but   in   the   most   sincere   and   empathetic   way   possible.   you   bare   witness   to   the   challenges   that   jean   faces   both   between   the   world   and   herself.   [   ...   ]   so   how   could   nat   not   hold   a   tender   spot   in   her   heart   for   the   mutant?   the   sweeping   adoration   she   held   for   her   came   so   swift   and   all   at   once.   there   was   no   doubting   the   emotions   [   a   denial   of   love   ]   they   shared.

"   WOULD   YOU   CHANGE   IT?   "   natalya   witnesses   the   pain   in   her   own   eyes   every   morning   when   looking   in   the   mirror.   was   she   any   better   than   the   weapon   that   was   forged   all   those   years   ago?   if   it   wasn't   for   all   the   tragedy,   all   the   pain,   you   wouldn't   be   in   this   very   moment.   everyone   that   you   forged   a   bond   with,   they'd   [ most   likely ]   cease   to   exist.   was   sacrificing   them   for   a   life   of   non-guilt   worth   it?   "   ANY   OF   IT?   "   a   thumb   brushes   over   the   jean's   hand,   a   soft   feature   resting   on   her   face,   "   WOULD   YOU   GIVE   ALL   OF   THIS   UP   IF   IT   MEANT   NOT   LIVING   WITH   THESE   MISTAKES?   "

and then you learned, it ultimately didn't matter. THE CYCLE OF WAR NEVER CHANGES—— you've been brought back enough times to see it over time. you sacrificed yourself so the phoenix force couldn't destroy anything else, but you aren't the only destroyer of worlds. people themselves are just as bad. your wife's question draws evident discomfort, your features scrunching in response. with a finalized painted canvas of thoughts, you exhale a long sigh—— your fingers move to interlock with nat's, seeking out a form of comfort. ❝ that's really tough to answer. in so many ways, the phoenix force has shaped me—— made me into the woman i am today. ❞ made me the wife you are capable of being—— in sickness and health, until death do you part. [it has yet to take you away, but it does leave the question: the day it does, will she stay by your graveside? you can only hope so.]

          but suddenly, the reality settles back inside your bones. ❝ but... i hurt a lot of people—— i've killed so many people. ❞ you can't even force the number up your throat, through your opened mouth. if you do, you'll choke in agony and decide to fling yourself into another sun. the guilt is too much to bear. you tilt your head to the side, considering your next words carefully—— as if they're life or death in the making. like karma will strike if you choose the wrong one. YOU'VE HAD IT HAPPEN MORE TIMES THAN NOT.