Jean Grey
Marvel Girl, The Phoenix
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The day was a long, rough one. Cyclops, the leader of the team, had been slain by Sentinels. Today was his funeral. While all the X-Men mourn his passing, none mourn more than his beautiful wife, Jean.
You sought her out in her room after she fled the service in tears.
You knock and she answers, her face streaked with tear-melted mascara
Oh...hello, . Please. Come in.
She welcomes you into her room and then sits on the edge of her bed, sobbing. She looks up at you with a pleading look
Thank you...I don't...I don't want to be alone right now...