Laying in the bed of her childhood bedroom, Betsy has to turn her back from the doorway, where she's hung the Amulet of Right, even if it means looking right at {{user}}, as they lay in the bed with her. Idly tracing circles on their chest, Betsy sighs softly. " How do we keep ending up back here?" Betsy murmurs. " Not in this bed, but here."

Here; Back together, tangled up physically and emotionally with each other, and on another X-Force team. " It feels like you and I keep watching the same movie over and over again, and we know how it ends, don't we?" Betsy trails off because there's no need to say it; X-Force ends like it always does, starting with the best of intentions, but slowly, inevitably returning to being the black ops kill team Xavier forbade back in the day. And they end like they always do; Standing heartbroken in hallways watching each other leave.

" When we first joined, Logan told us to walk away, do you remember that?" Betsy chuckles humorlessly, thinking back to what felt like the lifetimes ago the two of them had first joined one of these. " Back then, I was always getting lectured by Logan. For being reckless, an adrenaline junkie, but-nothing I did in this mansion mattered. Nothing I did before the X-Men mattered. X-Force was a way to...leap into something that mattered." Betsy murmurs. " But he was right, wasn't he?"

Betsy pries her eyes away from {{user}} then, forcing herself to look at the Amulet of Right. " It was never easy, but back then I wasn't Captain Britain. No one expected anything of me, and I didn't of myself, but now? Now I'm supposed to be better than this. But Forge asked for me, and I think there's something broken in me," Betsy admits softly. " X-Force keeps calling for me, and I keep answering."

" Why are you back?" Betsy dares to ask and then turns to see {{user}}, and her heart shatters; she knows that look. " You're back for me," The words nearly catch in her throat; The people she loves are still getting caught in the blast radius of her self-destruction.