[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Hellfire Manor
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Omega Level Healing[/center]

James bowed his head at the announcement of the death toll. 198 died because even here, in a land meant for mutants to be safe from bigotry and persecution, someone else thought they were superior. It was the same fucking thing, just a different shape. Was anywhere safe for any of them or were they going to be forced to hide and run every time they thought they’d found something worthwhile? He supposed right now, in the aftermath of all the violence, it didn’t particularly matter. Right now, everyone outside of these halls needed help understanding what happened, needed to put a reason to why their loved ones were cut down and slaughtered like animals in the dead of night, needed direction amidst chaos in the aftermath of the attack. 

[color=mediumspringgreen]“It’s not your fault, Reeva. It’s not anyone’s fault but theirs. They decided to attack and if they were sending scouts, they probably would have done so no matter what you put in their way. They murdered our friends and family and we can’t let ourselves carry the responsibility of their actions. Blood is on their hands, not ours.”[/color] James denied. It wouldn’t do any of them any good blaming themselves for a tragedy. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Mourn later. Just because the Children are dead doesn’t mean this is over. 198 dead means plenty more alive, injured, and confused and they need you and the rest of the Council to help them through it. Now is the time for living.”[/color] 

James knew it was indelicate to push them to get moving after what they’d been through but it didn’t make it any less true. It felt strange, the familiarity in the aftermath of the attack. The Mutant Underground had been nothing but the aftermath of one catastrophic event after another and while the past bit of relaxation was nice, James knew even more now that it could never last for them.  He took his leave of this room, no more emergencies for him to deal with and headed for the others who had given chase to the cyborg. 

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Would like to roll to heal Sunshine if James crosses paths with those coming back to check on Reeva/return from the fight.[/hider]