Kitty: While I'm glad you're helping students in your own Emma way...

The loss of Armour had evidently hit everyone hard but some were made of stronger stuff. Kitty was one of those people. Once, she'd been like the students, terrified and shaken but she had long gotten used to her world being shaken. There was only so many times you could let the world crumble beneath you before you learned to fly and fly, she did. She was level headed, calm and calculated. Many may have accused her of being cold because she simply wasn't showing the fact she was torn up. Many may have accused her of being heartless because she had barely shed any tears. Truth of the matter was, Kitty felt the loss of each student and each colleague deep in her chest. It was only when she was alone did she let it get to her. 

While most felt vulnerable and out of their element, Kitty Pryde was in hers. She was anything but vulnerable. She'd chosen this life a long time ago and she'd never looked back. Each time this happened, each time there was a major lost there was a call for restructure and reform. She planned to be the one to call for it, to lead the now former students of Armour into a new age, a better age. First on her list was Emma Frost. Someone that Kitty had every right to despise and banish from these hallowed halls but why make enemies when you can make allies?

Kitty had sent The White Queen a text, requesting her presence in Kitty's old - but also new? - office. The X-Man was currently sat behind her desk, clad in her battle suit with a white clothing box resting upon the table, eyes locked on the door as she waited from Emma to arrive.

Kitty: Are you here?

Laura was entirely lost.  She was not particularly happy here, at the Brotherhood, though her happiness had not yet truly been a factor anywhere she'd been.  But she had yet to receive any help where the trigger scent was concerned, and even if she had, the mission she'd been given for the coming week . . . Laura did not want to massacre anyone.  Even for help with her conditioning.  She had known she might be asked to kill, but this assignment felt more like one from her days in the Facility.  Like she was being used as a mindless weapon.  And she supposed, really, she could not blame Magneto for that.  She was a weapon.  And a skilled one.  He would be foolish not to use her.  But she did not want to be used.  And she did not want to be a weapon anymore, or to kill so many people who may not deserve it, all at once.  Except those were her orders.  

So she was left with two choices; do what she was told, or leave.  And she did not want to carry out the orders.  Except she didn't think she would be permitted to leave.  So she waited until night, hoping, perhaps, that those who would be most likely to catch her leaving would be asleep.  So it was perhaps two am when she rose silently from her bed.  She took nothing with her- she didn't have much in the first place, and anything she lost, she could easily replace with the money in her bank account.  It took a few minutes to travel the halls of the Brotherhood complex, and as she did so, she wondered where she would even go.  Laura still did not know if she was permitted at Armour, considering when she was last there, she had been locked up for the safety of the other students.  It wasn't like she was any less dangerous.  They would probably see her as more dangerous, considering where she'd been.