Valentina was absolutely livid. She slipped her ponytail out of her hair and back into her wrist, snapping in in an attempt to calm down. She could feel herself start to dematerialize but she needed to keep it together because otherwise she would blow some fuses. 

"If I wanted someone to use my fear to manipulate me, I would have stayed in Russia." She stated, as coolly and calmly as she could at the moment before walking back into the locker rooms. Val changed into her pants and a t shirt with jerky movement before making her way outside. She found a spot of green and sat down, closing her eyes and trying to calm down. 

[i]They don't want to coexist with us, Val'a. They want to hurt us, like they did with Mama and Batya. Maybe when they're children they don't but they're brainwashed by the older generations. You cannot be lured by their false words.[/i] Valentina tried to bury her brother's words. He was wrong, she knew he was wrong, but still in this moment she couldn't help but remember that moment. 

She also remembered her ballet instructor. A kind and patient woman, her mutation was pure healing. She never did any harm and only helped others. Her kindness was rewarded with nothing but blood at Valentina's brother's hand. That was why she was here, why she didn't stay in Russia. She didn't come here to be a hero, she came here to control her powers. 

Eventually she calmed down enough to get up and walk around, not back into the school or her dorm but she could move without being sucked into the nearest lightbulb.