[ Ororo takes a moment to open her mind and recall some memories she had of Jean. Wine glasses in small bars, flights in the sky. Pedicures in the upscale apartments that the Dominants are given. A few stormy ones where she'd been distressed and Jean was there to help her remember to be human.

In all of them, Jean is there - and she had no strip down her throat. She clasps her fingers over the hand on her arm. ]

It's not the whole truth, no. But we know very little. They lie, yes, but they keep us in the dark more often.

More troublesome is their power over us. [ She gives Jean a wan smile. Those are definitely not words she'd use lightly, and definitely not to refer to herself or Jean. ] They are capable of making us bend to their whims regularly.