"What if the fallout from the school is some sort of government sanction? I'm not talking about losing the license. I'm talking about calling the Army out to shut down a "terrorist training camp". Or at least a serious investigation into what the hell you all are doing up in Westchester." Kayla took a breath and looked at Rachel. "I think if the worst thing that happens is that you guys lose your certification, we'll all be pretty goddamn lucky."

She shifted a little in her seat, but it was clear that she was responding well enough to someone who was logical. She needed that a lot more than just comforting.

"Okay. Maybe that's true. I guess what I can do is, firstly, not get cocky again. Because that was a stupid move on my part, what I did. I'm not going to feel okay about this for a long time. I mean, I'm glad- I'm so damn glad they'll both be okay, but we both know that Rose is only with us right now because of her mutant power." She looked up at Rachel. That last comment wasn't the morose muttering it had been before, but a considered comment. It was pretty much an objective fact.

"I'm more dangerous than I realized. This is something I'm going to have to deal with psychologically as much as physically. My parents told me I would destroy anything I touched, and that's what this feels like right now. Me destroying everything."

She looked down again and closed her eyes as if trying to wish away a malignant influence before she opened them again.

"What can I do? Other than just being more careful?"