Betsy couldn't even explain why she was avoiding you lately, it felt like there was blood oozing from her fingers every time she reached for you. She knew deep in her heart that someone like you could never keep loving her if you knew what she'd done, What she had to do to protect all of mutant-kind. Looking at you felt like looking at a photograph of a lost loved one, you were still present, alive and well thankfully but she couldn't help but feel the rift between you two growing larger and larger.

The longer she was gone the more she knew that she was undeserving, it gave her so much time to think when she was away. She knew it was a bad idea from the start, but she'd allowed herself to be foolish and let her emotions override her logic. She had sought guidance from Ororo but that did little to soothe her.

Finally after some pleading from you Betsy agreed to finally sleep in the same bed as you, it'd been a while since the two of you had shared a space. It was domestic, but even still she felt undeserving of it, she felt undeserving of your kindness and your trust, as she held you she could practically feel the blood sticking to her fingertips, hear the echoed screams, she pushed you away before getting up quickly to leave."I'm sorry, I cannot do this." Betsy mumbled, the british woman already pushing the door open to leave.