Effigy listened to what was said but still said nothing more on the matter. It was obvious from what the Watcher said that this female was not who she thought she was and everyone she once loved is now dead. Dead because of her. Everyone whom might have survived. Dead. All dead. Her eyes glazed over and her ears deafened to whatever was said after hearing that. It had not become a realization for her, what she had done. Now it became more real. It was her doing. It was selfish. All of those lives to save her own. The blonde mutant stood there as tears streamed down her face. She cried for their deaths.She cried for their lives. She cried for their souls.<br/><br/>The facts of what she did would be a stain on her own soul for all eternity and she could do no more than try to fix the wrongs of the world in return. She could do no more than save a world. Save lives. Not to replace the ones she lost but to appease the ache inside her. To squelch that burn that made her own life seem pointless. Effigy would give herself to the cosmos to be whatever they needed of her. Whatever it took to save other worlds from a similar fate of selfish preservation. There was nothing else she could do. Taking her own life would be another selfish act, however placing herself in debt to mankind, to humanity, to mutants of the universe, maybe... just maybe... she could make peace with herself and her deeds.<br/><br/>Standing there she just took in slow deep breathes to calm the urge to scream in frustration. To soothe that desire to crawl into a hole and just lay there for as long as she was allowed. Her blue eyes shifted toward the Watcher then to the dark skinned female. To one she thought was Storm. She listened now and could do no more.