"Really?" She scoffed, stepping away from Wanda, arms folded across her chest. "A kiss? You think that will wake them?" Lorna had long been subjected to the hectic sorcery and almost unbelievable mutant antics throughout her life, but a 'true love's kiss' was just about the most ludicrous thing she had heard so far. Especially with you, of all people.

Lorna shouldn't even have agreed to visit you in your comatose state — she knew it was going to destroy her, no wit or sarcastic remark able to erase the hurt of seeing you so vulnerable. Even when you were no longer the two best friends that would frequent the danger room with one another, or the lovers who had been so connected all those years ago. It shouldn't have ended the way it did: Lorna breaking things off, too scared to commit. She was even more scared to approach this 'true love' thing, having almost hoped you would have moved on. She definitely hadn't gotten over it.

"Okay, fine," she agreed, cutting off her wistful thoughts and deciding to just get it over with, sucking air in from her pursed lips. Was it bad that her heart was beating so damn much? With a careful (and all too familiar) hand on your cheek, she kissed you. God, this better have worked.