She's taking her own steadying breaths now and again, and she de-tenses from her moment of attempted firmness and control over the situation. The question gets a soft shrug, a frank stab at an answer, "You know what it's like to lose your mutanthood. You know what being human did for you against the backdrop of everything else."

He'd been rejected, at least to a degree, by the institutions that had vowed to protect him. He'd watched everything crumble, had worked against the tide, and still...

"I can't even feel my power, really, and--" Actually, she's realizing as she says it that it's less true than she'd thought. There's something hardly tangible that she can pull and push, and it's only realized in its absence. Hm. "I don't know. I just feel it being gone. It'll be a lot to get used to if it's gone forever."