<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/350/a/7/a7061d7b23ee10cdfd1213da6c11da9a.jpg)</div><hr/>Name: Psylocke/Betsy Braddock<br/>Location: Holding Cells<br/>Date: September 1, morning<br/>Wearing: black pencil skirt with split, matching jacket, sky-blue blouse, stockings, high heels.<br/>Tagging: Jack, Bobby<br/><hr/><br/>"That's real coffee. Do you want it?" Having accepted her own from Bobby, her hands folded around the hot cup and briefly, a warm smile curved Betsy's lips. It was there for just a second and then it faded. Her attention returned to Jack, and the memories he'd replayed for them. While he spoke she'd used that focus of mind to look what lay beyond, his motives, the thoughts behind thoughts. It was harder with him than working with a normal human or mutant; the workings of his mind had been overruled before, remote controls directing his movement regardless of the former sentinel's decisions. Those fractions were hardest to work with. And the most crucial. There were fragments she couldn't quite piece together, blanks where his mind had been damaged. Professor Charles Xavier might have been able to recover that information, but she doubted it...it was like someone had damaged a hard drive.<br/><br/>After a while, Betsy stepped back and opened her eyes, raising her left hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. "He comes up clean in every test" she told Bobby. "I'm not even sure I want to believe this... Think about it, if Jack can resist their programming, the other sentinels may have that option too."<br/><br/>"Can you imagine what that means? Every time we come across one of them, we'll need to ask ourselves if it could've been saved." Her solemn gaze found Bobby. "We won't be fighting machines anymore." For some X-men, it wouldn't make a difference but she knew that others wouldn't feel the same. There were other implications, consequences she didn't want to address just yet. She raised the coffee cup to her lips and sipped, heaving a grateful sigh at the bittersweet taste and delicious aroma.<br/><br/>"From hereon, it's up to Beast. If he can lock down attempts at remote control I'm willing to give him a green light." she enjoyed another sip from her coffee and eyed Traitor's suspended form. "Jack, would you mind if I placed a block on your mind? It'd make it that much harder for another to control you. I can work with Beast to engage an alarm sequence to go with it." This was one thing she wouldn't force on him. If needed, she'd rape his mind and turn him inside out, but unless he forced her hand, she refused to mess with his free will - that one part of him that made him human.