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[Inside the garden dome that serves as Storm's personal domain, there's an unaccountable mist. Outside, though the snow's let up, it's still unmistakably the tail end of a New York winter. But here the air is humid and warm, and Storm stands in the one spot in the room not presently being tended by a steady drizzle.

It says something that she's opted to make this address from here, rather than from the less soothing interior of the principal's office.]

Students, faculty...friends. A moment of your time.

We are all, I'm sure, still dwelling on the violence we witnessed in District X this past week. Many of you behaved admirably there, defending the lives not only of your classmates but also of innocents forced into harm's way. Under the most trying conditions, you acted just as we would have hoped. You made your school and all of us who stand alongside you proud.

And yet... [Ororo frowns, brushing some cloud cover overhead further back with a sweep of her hand.]
( Cut for extended, serious speech )