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Makoto smiled at Estella, not really knowing how to explain why she chose the life she leads now. It was all intertwined with dreams of her past and learning to work productively with the naturally destructive power she had. Makoto had just done what Storm had always encouraged her to do, really think about something form all angles and find the best solution for the purpose she had in mind. She didn't even want to go there right now though, having not heard from Storm yet. Makoto mumbles a thanks to Estella, still holding her hands in front of her like a surgeon who was all prepared for surgery. 

Makoto was glad to see Flood when he approached and waved in greeting. She was always glad to see him though many other gifted people seemed to stay away from him and his father. 

[color=fff79a][b]"What do you mean..?"[/b][/color] Makoto began, her face sombering at the way Flood was behaving and what he said. After her great success it took her mind a second to shift gears and to piece together what the young man could be talking about. No, she didn't want to believe it. Storm had to be out saving the world. There was no way that she could loose her parental figures twice, the world wouldn't be that cruel... would it? [color=fff79a][b]"Flood?"[/b][/color] she croaked. It was a plea, for an explanation and to prove her worst fears wrong. One could hear the utter heartbreak in her tone, though she tried to hide it. With all of her being, right down to the deepest parts of her core she prayed that Storm would be alright, that though Flood had never joked about this kind of thing before, it would just be a cruel joke. Then she could punch his shoulder and keep going, keep working, keep hoping for the best.