Xavier had been observing Ryder. For his own part, he [i]could[/i] sense an indescribably strong output of psychic energy had occurred here, and had the feeling Ryder received, shall we say, much more than a sense. That was something to pursue, whether in thought or conversation, later. More pressing were the emotions stirred thereafter. He watched his daughter stalk after Cyclops, though trusted her emotional state, for the moment, to his X-Men -Wolverine having also headed inside; in part knowing how Jean would be feeling right now, and in part because he didn't like the aggression emanating from the younger psychic.

[color=#7393B3]"Hank, how long ago was the departure?"[/color] 

[color=#4169E1][b]"Long enough that we would be looking for fog in a cloud, to turn a phrase. It was Jean who sounded the alarm, not our airspace surveillance system. 
If both [i]our[/i] aircraft weren't in the field at the time, pursuit could've been considered."[/b][/color]

[color=#7393B3]"Very well. See to the students with Ororo,"[/color] he gave a directing nod to Storm.

[color=#4169E1][b]"I'd been about to deliver the all-clear when I heard the blackbird's approach,"[/b][/color] Hank responded by way of affirmation as he went off with Storm.

At as best a pace as he could, Xavier then headed into the Mansion.
Though he had a different destination in mind than the library.

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Cyclops, while still on the way there, removed the upper -blood stained- portion of his uniform, then slowed his pace once he came to the door so as not to burst in.

Jean was laying on a sofa with one arm across her forehead.
The other almost clutching her midsection.

She looked up from her muttering as Scott came to kneel in front of her.
Jean didn't need him to say anything to know he knew what she was talking about. She saw it in his face.

She opened her mouth to say something,
but it was Ryder's voice that was heard.

[color=#DAA06D]"That wasn't the pla-"[/color] Jean -easing into a sitting position- started to assert, but Ryder wasn't giving her a chance to get a word in edgewise. Instead Jean listened with a bothered expression that clearly conveyed she didn't need Ryder to throw these words at her: they were already [i]exactly[/i] what were going through her head. A lion kicked when it's down.

Scott couldn't take it.
In one motion he was up and facing Ryder --you didn't need to see his eyes to know he was [i]glaring[/i]. The contortions of his face, tensing of his muscles, closing of his fists. His emotions were clear. Yet figuratively he bit his tongue. Wrestling, in the span of seconds, with what you could call an imagined chain of reaction. "You don't know a [i]damn[/i] thing you're talking about!" he [i]wanted[/i] to close the distance between and say straight to her face. Yes- Ryder certainly did when it came to the Umbra agents. But no- she certainly did not when it came to Jean. Nor "these people", had he been able to know what her present thoughts were on them. Fight for survival? Have everything held just out of reach until it was taken by force? Her life and theirs weren't painted by so different a brush, only in different shades.

But next in the chain would be Ryder's reaction to his, and honestly where would that go? 
No place productive. More likely counter-so.

Ryder's parting words shifted things, however, and he did [i]begin[/i] to stride after her-

Wolverine, knowing as better as Cyclops, hadn't stopped Ryder despite wanting to sort her out himself for calling Jean stupid. 
But he did get in the way of Scott -[color=#0096FF]"[i]Get off![/i] Ryder loose on a revenge spree is the [i]las[/i]--"[/color]

[color=yellow]"[b][i]I'll[/i][/b] head off whatever needs to be. Take care of your own business."[/color] He cast a look of certain care towards Jean, and left.
He had a feeling about something that he blamed Scott for. Forget about "it takes two to tango".

[color=#DAA06D]"I didn't mean for this outcome--I. . ."[/color] Some mix of desperation and anger flashed in her eyes. [color=#DAA06D]"I just wanted this [i]all[/i] to [i]finally[/i] [b][i]stop[/i][/b]." [/color] 

He looked down to where both her hands now clutched, bringing one of his to hers and the other to her upper arm at the same time he looked back up to speak, but his lips hardly had a chance to move when Jean spoke again: [color=#DAA06D]"There was [i][b]zero[/b][/i] sense to my actions! This will become a [i]wildfire[/i]."[/color] Her eyes shifted back and forth as if the scenes were already playing out before them. [color=#DAA06D]"-I don't know what came over me. . ."[/color] she admitted in a whisper. Fear flooding over her previous emotions.

[color=#0096FF]"Jean, listen to m-"[/color]

[color=#DAA06D]"It was like years ago. . .though I didn't feel the Phoenix with me. . ."[/color] finally, she met his "eyes" again. [color=#DAA06D]"Maybe that was more me than we'd thought."[/color]

In an instant he was holding her close. [color=#0096FF]"That was never you."[/color]

[color=#DAA06D]"This [i]was[/i]."[/color]

[color=#0096FF]"-was not the same. You kept in control, here."[/color] He could feel her shaking her head against his. [color=#0096FF]"We're going to. Ryder has the right idea making the next move ahead of theirs."[/color] Jean pushed out of the embrace. 

[color=#DAA06D]"We can't let a confrontation between them happen again." [/color]
She fought to interrupt the memory of the last time, already feeling sick.

[color=#0096FF]"Without question. Which makes Ryder herself the fallout we'll be fighting against."[/color]

[color=#DAA06D]"There's no way we can convince her we'll handle this."[/color] She was speaking around how they'd likely [i]really[/i] be fighting Ryder. Her hand rising to her forehead as she stepped aside from Scott, needing to move yet halting right after; her thoughts manifesting in her body: where [i]could[/i] they move from here?

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[color=yellow]"Hey, kid!"[/color] Wolverine caught up with Ryder. [color=yellow]"If you're thinkin'a recreatin' that scene you left back in the forest, you should know: it could've been mistaken for one of [i][b]mine[/b][/i]."[/color] He gave her a significant look. [color=yellow]"You're not the only one who's got a penchant for exacting revenge. And I don't got Jeannie's moral compass, either. So, anything else that might be good to know about Umbra? I mean if that [i][b]prison[/b] [/i]of yours was only [i]one[/i] facility housing those 'roaches, you can't be in two places at once. . .Though I wouldn't put it past ya'."[/color]