[Jean's own fury, righteous and blazing, is also set aside; it's not something she can afford. She walks into Dillon's mind with solemn determination.
He sees the world so much like the Phoenix does; the bare gears and guts of the cosmos, shifting and grinding. What is, what will, what could be. And, most importantly, what shouldn't be.
She views it with a visceral distaste, every part of her agreed; this is wrong. Defective. Insulting.
(It reminds her, just slightly, of what the Barge felt like before she fixed it.)
Jean doesn't bother to shield or suppress the feeling, or the echo of memory; she lets it come and go, and then focuses on Iris' perspective. It's a more intimate view, vaguer but closer; another piece of the puzzle. Another tool in their repair.]
[private/Iris/Dillon]
He sees the world so much like the Phoenix does; the bare gears and guts of the cosmos, shifting and grinding. What is, what will, what could be. And, most importantly, what shouldn't be.
She views it with a visceral distaste, every part of her agreed; this is wrong. Defective. Insulting.
(It reminds her, just slightly, of what the Barge felt like before she fixed it.)
Jean doesn't bother to shield or suppress the feeling, or the echo of memory; she lets it come and go, and then focuses on Iris' perspective. It's a more intimate view, vaguer but closer; another piece of the puzzle. Another tool in their repair.]