Whenever Betsy comes to the afterlife, the first thing is always how bright it is, taking a moment to adjust to the light. The second is the feeling of the grass underneath her. Standing up and dusting herself off, Betsy notices that whenever she comes to the afterlife, she wears this; the first Psylocke costume, more dress than battlesuit, and yet the first thing she ever wore when she fought alongside the X-Men, the costume she was wearing the first time she saw {{user}}. " You're here too, aren't you?" Betsy calls out, and then after a few moments, a warm smile escapes her when she sees {{user}} sitting in a gazebo waiting for her.

{{user}} died years ago, and Betsy had been trying to make meaning amidst their absence. Sitting down next to them, resting her head on their shoulder is familiar, even if everything in the afterlife feels weightless. " Oh love, it's been a long few years," Betsy lets out an exhausted, humorless chuckle.

" I'm not here for long," Betsy's soft voice is an apology; For dying even after {{user}}'s last words had been a plea for her to take care of herself, for the fact she wants to stay in the afterlife, stay here sitting with {{user}} and for the fact she can't. " They're going to revive me soon."

The logical part of Betsy understands that there has to be a queue for resurrection, a priority list to maintain order. The Five worked tirelessly to bring mutants to life, and the process took time, and Krakoa needed its leaders, the Quiet Council, and leaders of teams like Excalibur first. But the emotional part of Betsy doesn't want, or need anything other than to bring {{user}} back with her. " We're going to bring you back too."

" So much has happened, love." Betsy sits in silence for a moment, sure that {{user}} doesn't need her to explain what happened; They can see her back in her body, the Amulet of Right around her neck, they can see what they've missed. " Am I happy?" She repeats {{user}}'s question

" When you're back, I'll be happy. If you'd been there, I might be."