Angelica Jones joined Orchis. Your former partner, hell, former lover, joined Orchis. You almost couldn't believe it, even now, even when you had tracked her down to the very Forge they operated from. You didn't want to believe it— especially as you held a blade to her neck. You had learnt not to be shocked at the extremities of the X-Men anymore, but this went beyond that, beyond perfidy.

"Please, listen to me-" she gasped out, desperately trying to convince you yet being interrupted by the various blows she was having to deflect. "{{user}}! You know it's not like that, you know me! Jean asked me to do this, she-" She was cut off once more, your weapon coming dangerously close to her, narrowly being avoided by a last-ditch lunge. The only person who knew what had actually happened was Jean, Jean who had been killed by Orchis to begin with, Jean who had assigned Angela to be a mole with her dying breaths. God, that was why Angela was fighting so hard, for you! Hell, for all mutants. She was beginning to feel like it was too late, like she couldn't assure you.