Alistaire takes stock of Brooke's reply, still dancing effortlessly around the floor with her. "I see."
His voice is measured and even, lacking some of the earlier flamboyance as he calculates his response. "Well then... what about Summers and Frost?" He draws one of her arms past him, bringing his own hand close enough to tap a finger to his temple. "Do you think they could unlock this?
Alliances are Emma's stock in trade, and I don't think I've ever done the X-Men any wrong. What are my chances of them being willing to help a fellow mutant in need of... well, let's call it 'specialized psychiatric care'?"
He quiets for a moment. "War is coming, Brooke, whether I make the first shot across the bow or not. He's going to make a move on Stephanie, and I can't allow that. One way or another, I need to ready myself."
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His voice is measured and even, lacking some of the earlier flamboyance as he calculates his response. "Well then... what about Summers and Frost?" He draws one of her arms past him, bringing his own hand close enough to tap a finger to his temple. "Do you think they could unlock this?
Alliances are Emma's stock in trade, and I don't think I've ever done the X-Men any wrong. What are my chances of them being willing to help a fellow mutant in need of... well, let's call it 'specialized psychiatric care'?"
He quiets for a moment. "War is coming, Brooke, whether I make the first shot across the bow or not. He's going to make a move on Stephanie, and I can't allow that. One way or another, I need to ready myself."