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Tilly missed the beginning of Scott's speech. She was standing in front of him and she heard the whole thing, she just didn't get the start of it on tape. Which meant it was as good as never having heard it. When she had first seen him, she had just assumed he was another kid joining them in the courtyard. But this man walked around too importantly. He had somewhere to go. By the time she figured out he was one of the teachers and found her camera again he was talking about missing kids. Great, that was a downer. No field trip.

While listening too all the information Scott offered, Tilly realized she really didn't know how she should feel. People were missing, revolutions were starting in the streets. All of it had to do with mutants, her own people. It sounded to her like an all out war was on the brinks. But... she didn't know any of these people that Scott was talking about. She had no memories to back up her decision. Normal people could draw on a lifetime of experiences to make a choice, Tilly was stuck with only her instinct. Cause that had never failed her.

Even worse than not having memories, she had no connections like everyone else in the room. Everyone else had people to think of and their memories to uphold. Tilly had no connections to anyone. Not anymore that she could remember. She was all alone with no one to trust. And if what Scott had told them was true, everything to fear. The only thing she had in common with any of them was her mutation.

Hell none of that should have even mattered. They were all kids. The oldest of them could not have been much older than 18. Were they really being recruited to be soldiers while studying at a school. That was crazy, right? And yet as soon as Scott's speech was over people began stepping forward, accepting the task to become a hero. [color=56656e]"Wait... you're kidding right glasses? You really want [i]us[/i] to become some sort of super-peacekeeper-troopers for your X-Band?"[/color] She glanced around like anyone else would think it was insane. [color=56656e]"We're kids...  We're not exactly soldier material. I mean am amnesiac who doesn't know what they ate for breakfast. Fucking hell I don't think I even had breakfast."[/color] There was a lot more that she couldn't remember, but she had gotten the point across. She didn't need to announce that that she couldn't remember her last name. Or that she had discovered her shirt was on backwards and its tag was really starting to itch. [color=56656e]"This is serious. We're talking terrorists. We could [i]die[/i] from something like this."[/color]