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Sooraya sometimes wonders if Allah has a better opinion of the X-Men's patience and capacity to forgive than they do, or higher expectations.
She followed the other X-Men when they discovered that Cessily, Laura, and Julian were missing. No one held back or offered warnings when they broke into the Facility's building. The place was rather poorly guarded, aside from the monster they were trying to create there. A few staffers and guards, but they didn't even coordinate well when the door was broken down.
Sooraya noted in an abstract way that they'd apparently meant to keep Cessily alive. She didn't ask why; for once, she didn't care.
While Julian and Nori were trying to calm a traumatized Cessily, she stood guard, seething behind her veil. Blood stained the hem of her skirts, along with dust and mud.
As it wasn't hers, or that of anyone she meant to protect, she ignored it.
She'd seen torture chambers before. This one might be more advanced in terms of the devices it used, but the intent was the same.
Nothing would put this right. Hate, bloodshed, sheer malice was soaked into the very walls. Unholy. Or only human?
No. That wasn't fair, and it felt untrue. Yet she couldn't blame anyone seeing this, if they never trusted 'humans' again.
They brought Cessily home to the Infirmary, and then to her room, when she insisted, verging on hysteria. The medical equipment and machinery might've been familiar to her, but just then it was the last thing the girl wanted to have to look at.
Sooraya couldn't blame her. She felt as if she'd been doused in filth, just seeing that place.
She couldn't pray while hearing her friend's sobbing in her memory. She made herself turn and go outside...