Yin: Guys, I apologize. Things have been crazy over at this end...but let's see what happens.
Everyone sat crowded on a large table in the food court. Although it was loud, they all seemed to perfectly hear each other.
"So what do you know Srevla?" Scott questioned.
"Whoa! Slow down Summers, I'm not your enemy here."
"I just want to know how much Alvers told you."
Chris smirked. "How much he told me? You mean about your little boy-band? About the X-Men? Or about yourselves? Huh Summers? How you treat people if they don't fit in your little clique?" His voice rose a little higher and he seemed to be getting stressed. He composed himself, taking a deep breath in. "Lance told me how you accepted Skunk here." He pointed to Rogue. "But you gave him such a problem. I mean, he tried, he really did. And you know why? 'Cause he wanted to be a better person. He wanted to be better for her." Now Chris pointed to Kitty. "But he saw what 'better' was. It's the same with you as it is elsewhere, except you've titled yourselves the 'good guys'."
"It wasn't like that!" Scott shouted, causing people to look in their direction.
"Oh really? Prove it. Lance told me about the countless times you did stuff. Like when he was training with the New Mutants, you shoved him with a metal pole-whatchamacallit. Is that the example of a leader? No. Is that the example you're supposed to set for someone trying to change their ways? No."
Scott's face was red.
"You know what? Lance grew up in an abusive home. His mother disappeared one day after getting into a fight with his step-father. His older brother ran away shortly after. Lance did all he could to save his younger sister from getting beaten. When he couldn't take it any more, he left with her. They lived on the streets for weeks before they were caught. He was twelve years old. None of his mother's family wanted to take them in, and his biological father had no family. In fact, his own father was dead."
Kitty gasped. "He has family? Besides you?"
"Yeah. And you know what? None of them care."
Scott looked slightly, slightly mind you, sympathetic.
"The state separated him from his sister, and he hasn't seen her since. He never saw his brother again, and for all he knows he's dead. He's bounced from state to state, finally winding up in Chicago. The rest I'm sure you know."
"Why are you telling us this?"
"Because I'm trying to show you where he came from. You know what he always wanted to be? An FBI agent. He wanted to help people, and that finally came true, through S.H.I.E.L.D."
Kitty was crying. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she could hardly stand it anymore.
"You know why he liked you Kitty?" Chris continued. "Because you were so filled with life. He hadn't seen something like that since his sister or his mother. Always bubbly, always laughing. Extremely optimistic. You didn't try to be sweet, you already were. He told me he loved the way your hair smelled of bubblegum and how he actually found it attractive the way you always said 'like'."
"Like, I do not..." Kitty couldn't hold it in anymore. She fell into Jean's lap, bawling her eyes out.
Kurt glared at Chris. "Zat is enough! If you know so much, vhy didn't you stop all zat? Hm? He vas your family! You never leave family behind."
"I could do nothing because I knew nothing. Not until recently anyways."
Kitty sniffled. "We're causing a scene, we should go somewhere else."
Scott nodded. "We'll go home. Is that alright with you Mr. Srevla?"
"Splendid." Chris said drolly. "To your Mansion we go."
Yin: How was that? Did you feel compassionate for Lance?