u/Psylocked-Memories

Betsy sits alone for the most part. Having to still slowly recover from her captivity in Dracula's castle. She's reminiscing on her capture, actually going over how everything went wrong so fast.

I was a fool. To think I could take him on alone in such a state.

She recalls the way the Dark Lord siphoned her powers. How he kept her weak enough to hardly telepathically call for assistance. She was lucky Emma Frost heard such a miniscule plea from her, but sometimes life found a way.

I, Betsy Braddock, need to do better.

A sigh leaves her and stirs her freshly made tea before taking a long sip.