[She's quiet, the gears turning as she processes everything. It's too much. Raven had been trying to help the mutant race, not be the cause of it's destruction. Trask needed to die, how was she to know that her actions would only make it worse.
Then Raven's looking at him, contemplating if their roles were reversed. Could she do the same? Could she have just killed him? The simplest solution to avert disaster? She's not so sure that she'd be able to make that decision, even if on an intellectual level she knows it might be the best answer. It doesn't feel right. And while her anger is dulled somewhat, it's still there. The emptiness still eating at her from the inside.] Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
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Then Raven's looking at him, contemplating if their roles were reversed. Could she do the same? Could she have just killed him? The simplest solution to avert disaster? She's not so sure that she'd be able to make that decision, even if on an intellectual level she knows it might be the best answer. It doesn't feel right. And while her anger is dulled somewhat, it's still there. The emptiness still eating at her from the inside.] Let's hope it doesn't come to that.