<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DnjEhia.jpg?1)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Psylocke<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Elizabeth Braddock<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Empire Diner, New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Friday Morning May 27th 2016<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rogue, ArchAngel, Beast, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, Bobby<br/><strong>Content</strong>:<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ef/c8/e1/efc8e1c3e0506a8806e3be6021ebe810.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>Elizabeth cocked her head, not quite turning it but just enough to eye the back seat. She didn't know whether to be hurt or relieved. Maybe it was better this way. No one should have to face killing the person they loved. Not ever. To make light of the mood, she smiled at Pietro's banter. She could almost kiss him for breaking up the tension. Almost. It looked and felt like her kisses wouldn't stand a chance next to a certain someone's perhaps. She couldn't help but long for when they X-Men were young and fresh with ideals. Age and experience just made them cold and hard. The hurts were too many, the pain too much to bear at times. Still, she could hardly trade them. Well, maybe a few things.<br/><br/>*I've been good as can be, Bobby. As for my brother...we...we talk but I just wanted to sort some things out before visiting my family. They love you, you know, but they can be overwhelming.* She had felt Bobby's mind seeking hers and was grateful for the another distraction. *What about you? I see you've grown up a bit and finally made some big decisions. I'm proud of you, by the way. Sometimes accepting yourself is the hardest thing you can do. Gods know I've had to do it too many times,* she said to him with a mental sigh.<br/><br/>She could still feel the tingle of Warren's hand on hers. She really was going to need that drink soon. She thought about asking Bobby about Warren but she slammed that thought down before it leaked. She was going to have to lock up her emotions on this one. Not that she hadn't before. Deep down, she knew what she was. She was a killer, cold and hard. She never was going to be any different. She knew that before the Shadow King, before Apocalypse. She always knew. She hated to admit it but the X-Men kept her human. It was why she was here in this car fighting not to jump out onto the freeway.<br/><br/>"Pietro, you don't work fast at all," she laughed.<br/><br/>