"Well, you seem to have better control over it. Maybe you should just take whatever that power is to yourself." The Genoshan shrugged, catching Anastasia's attention. "She did kill Raven and your mother's life right now is hanging by a thread. The more she is out there, the more people's lives are in danger."

Anastasia was caught off-guard for a bit because she realized her fellow mutant wasn't wrong. She swallowed before nodding. "Yeah, I-I think so too. Uh, look, I'll go ahead inside now. Thank you very much for that."

She entered the recovery room, quite hastily. The Genoshan's words repeating itself inside her head. She did feel proud that she wasn't influenced by the Phoenix force and had better control over it. Sighing, Anastasia pulled up a chair from the side and sat on it. Nathan was on the couch, sleeping. He was still in his military uniform and looked very tired. Possibly from searching for Jean. Her younger brother Alex was not around and she had no idea where he was.

As Anastasia sat on her chair for another hour, her mind began to run with thoughts and ideas about what the Genoshan had just said to her. She couldn't deny that he wasn't wrong. Jean was now growing more volatile and uncontrollable. She might hurt another person again. Currently, the human government became hostile towards mutants again because of Jean's actions. The world was seeing them as threats again.

And with that, Anastasia came to a decision.

Walking over to her mother's side, her mind began to be clouded with anger. Jean had done this to her and her older brother. Revenge was filling her mind along with saving the world from the current threat. "I have to take her down, mom." She whispered.

"I know you're going to mad at me for this and I could be wrong in what I am going to do, but Jean did this to you and Peter. I have to take her down before she hurts someone else again. I have to do this." She looked down at her mother's hand. "Even if I'll be seen as the enemy."

Letting off a breath that seemed to remove the burden from her chest, she walked out of the room and outside of the hospital.

"Ana! Ana! Where are you going?"

Anastasia spun around immediately at the sound of hee younger brother's voice. "Alex! What are you doing here? Get back inside!"

"No, I heard you talk with mom earlier." He made known. "I'm coming with you. If you're planning to fight against Jean, I'm in."

The young woman huffed, clearly against her brother's decision. She should've been quiet earlier. "Alex -- "

"Jean hurt mom, Ana." Alex emphasized, his tone thick with rage and vengeance. "I'm angry and I want to hurt her back."

"You're just a kid. You don't know what you're saying."

"I know what I'm saying, Ana. I'm not a kid anymore." He shook his head, stubborn. "I want to help you fight against Jean and you're not going to stop me from coming with you."

"Fine," Anastasia relented. "but you're only going to fight when I say so. Got it?"

Alex opened his mouth to protest, but Anastasia cut him off. "That's the condition, Alex, or you're staying here."

"Fine."

"Let's go."

And with that, the two siblings headed off with vengeance in their heads. Anastasia still had no idea how she was going to defeat Jean exactly, but she was sure that it's going to rain hell in New York tonight.