”You really shouldn’t be mad.”

Okay, so, maybe Cindy was in the right. It was rational be mad that Saya had swooped in and killed ( a completely justified act in her mind ). It made sense to be upset that one’s therapist was actually an Ishii as well, Saya’s brother doing her a favor by double timing Cindy.

So, maybe, just maybe, it made sense for Silk to be upset. The only issue was that Saya didn’t really care.

She had made her great escape after the IncidentTM and laid low for a while until she was sure it wasn’t going to blow back on her. Saya wasn’t great at waiting. She wanted what she wanted when she wanted it. Call it privilege, but she was used to getting her way. It was after a month that she had reached out to Cindy. It was a harmless invitation. A come and have an apology glass of wine. No murder, no lies. I’m sure you want to talk to me suggestive purr over the phone. And Cindy had taken the bait hook, line and sinker no matter how reluctant she was.

“I know I broke you little code, but we’re different people. And yes, I know the Max thing was probably devastating -- lot of his clients want to sleep with him -- but you dodged a bullet. We’re both hot but I’m the better sibling anyway. You’ll have to forgive me, Silk,” the alias was deployed with a smirk. “I think it runs in my blood. It had to be done.”

Very carefully pouring a glass of red wine, Saya extended one to Cindy before taking a measured sip of her own, careful not to spell on the black and wife sofa she was lounging on.

Helping someone was something that Jean Grey would always love to do. She had agreed to meet Cindy on an unofficial basis after their interview. Dressed in her plainclothes until the ridiculous green dress she kept meaning to update, Jean clutched her coffee mug and smiled as Cindy sat across from her. They didn’t invite humans into the Treehouse or onto Krakoa, so a public space would have to suffice.