Being confronted with bodies, was not exactly ideal, or what Valeryia expected. Well, actually, that in itself was a lie. Azazel was a force of nature, who seemed quick witted enough to know when not to fight, and when to leave. But, with saying that, he also seemed the type to get certain pleasure out of fighting. He sat on an block of concrete with grating on it, considering they were on a roof, Valeryia quickly figured it was an air vent of some sort. He just sat there, nonchalant, tail swishing from side to side.

She crossed her arms, her earlier thoughts seemed cemented. There was definitely something cat like about him when he sat there like that, surrounded by bodies. Five in total. Clearly he had made his presence known somehow, and they had come and confronted him. Truthfully, the details didn't matter to her. She didn't wholly care. People crossed paths with him, and he didn't let them escape. That seemed to be the general gist of it.

Side stepping some blood, Valeryia stuffed her hands in her pockets with a frown. "I thought I said not to kill anyone."

"Nyet," Azazel's eyes flicked up to look at her, he was currently cleaning his knife of blood and gore. "You said to not kill, if I could avoid it. I couldn't avoid it."

"You're a teleporter!" Valeryia exclaimed, exasperated. If anyone could avoid anything, it was him. In a blink of an eye he could be somewhere, anywhere, even another country if he so wished it.

Azazel's eyes narrowed, he tilted his head and jumped to a stand. His tail curling slightly as he moved slowly towards her. She had been on the receiving end of that tail being used in tandem with general fighting and knife play, despite looking quite casual now, Azazel was perhaps one of the most dangerous people Valeryia had ever crossed paths with. And, much like her continued musings of cats, she honestly didn't quite know if she could trust him not to end up lashing out. There was something spontaneous and not wholly trusting about the red skinned man. "This was our rendezvous point."

Valeryia double took. "Do not use that as an excuse to kill!"

Azazel scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You are gone for an hour, you come back and what? You are now anti-violence?" He sounded incredulous while eyeing her up and down. "What you recovered has changed your outlook on life, yes?"

"Nyet." Valeryia replied hollowly. "I just don't think there's any point in killing someone if it can be avoided."

"It couldn't be avoided."

"You're a teleporter." Her eyes narrowed, she really hated repeating herself.

Azazel's head tilted slowly. "So?" They stood in silence, she kept her hands fisted and in her pockets while his arms hung at his sides. Valeryia sighed and looked around. "How is the head?"

"It hurts." She replied, quite content that he had changed the subject. She looked a little confused, she wasn't expecting him to change it to this topic though. She pointed to her head and wobbled her hand, "Heavy."

Azazel nodded slowly, "Memories are heavy, burdens in some way."

Valeryia found herself nodding in agreement. "Certain things shouldn't be remembered."

"We have all done bad things," Azazel said while looking at her. She nodded again, "Some more than others."

"As much as I would love to stand here and compete with who has done the worse thing to who, I think we should get back. They're bound to have noticed we're gone." Surely they had? No one seemed to specifically hunt her out, Azazel might've been a different subject. But even still, someone must've realised they were both gone. And they would want answers, even more so if there was suddenly something to do, but couldn't because of the lack of them not being around. Probably more Azazel than herself, he was the one who got them to places.

Azazel smirked, "I hope you are ready for the questions."

"Trust me, when it comes to answering questions, I'm fine."

"So, you will answer honestly?"

"Sure."

"Bad choice," Azazel said while grasping onto her arm and in a blink the rooftop and city around them disappeared and they reappeared back in the base. "Good luck." He whispered to her. Valeryia looked confused before looking up and noticing that their reappearance had been noted, in some part it even looked like they had been waiting for them.

With a sigh, she sat back against the window. If this confrontation was going to happen, then she was going to be comfortable for it. Kicking her legs around, she stretched them out and crossed her arms. So far, nothing. Azazel still stood close by, an amused look on his face, tail lowly swinging from side to side. Valeryia watched it out of the corner of her eyes before looking up when there was movement, at long last.

Erik, of course it was Erik. Who else was going to ask the questions? Valeryia inwardly prepared herself, arguing with Erik wasn't common, little disagreements were more apt and easily solved. Only, without a buffer, and that buffer was usually Charles, it would be endless. She wasn't one for giving up, and neither was Erik. "Where were you?" He asked, though he looked more at Azazel than Valeryia. She couldn't help but rise an eyebrow at that. Was Erik jealous? He was standoffish most times when confronting, well, anything. It was how he dealt with things, she figured. But there was something else here...

"She went to see your telepath." Emma spoke from the side, her blue eyes narrowed. A thin smile on her face as Erik looked over his shoulder at her. "Oh, sorry, former telepath." Her smile just grew as the look on his face changed and he looked seriously back at Valeryia.

She trailed her finger down the window, turning her finger she looked at the grime on the digit before wiping it away on her coat. "And what?" She commented, flicking her eyes to the side. "Wasn't aware to being under house arrest." Which was true. They hadn't been told not to leave if they wanted to go out. Just to be careful if they did.

"You went to see him?"

"Charles, you can say his name, Erik." Valeryia leaned her head back against the wall with her eyes shut. "And yes, I did." Her eyes slowly opened and she looked to the side at them again. "And what?" Repeating herself was such a pain.

"Why?" He asked, as yet he hadn't moved from where he had stopped walking. No longer was he eyeing Azazel up and down. His eyes were solely trained on her, waiting for her to answer. Valeryia smiled sadly, she turned in her seat, booted feet landing quietly against the ground as she tapped her temple. Erik got it, "And you needed him, because?" He asked instead.

Valeryia's eyes shifted to Emma and then back to him. "Because it is wise to check your sources."

"She doesn't trust me."

"Not as far as I could throw you. And I'm pretty strong." Valeryia answered Emma with an equally sarcastic tone and smile. "And plus! He's my friend, considering he got paralysed and subsequently watched two of the closest people to him and myself go bye, bye, I wanted to know how he was holding up." Valeryia said while looking between Erik and Raven. Maybe reminding them of that little nugget of truth would help, no, Erik just narrowed his eyes. So, maybe it had the reverse effect.

"Regardless of your reasons, you should've told someone." He paused, Valeryia watched him. Even she could tell there was more. "You shouldn't have gone to see him though. Not when there is help here."

She clicked her tongue. "I don't trust the help here." Maybe being more obvious about it would sink in.

"I know," Erik's tone was low as he looked at her with a hard stare. "But it's about time you started trusting, because we're in this together."

"I'm not." She stood up and patted herself down with a sigh. "And you know I'm not. So, what? I went to see Charles to see if what little Emma told me, could be furthered. He's my friend, he was our friend, and your brother! Do you honestly expect some of us to turn away from him so easily?"

"You seem to be the only one struggling."

Valeryia opened her mouth, then shut it. Raven shifted awkwardly to one side, looking downwards towards the ground. Biting her lip, she shook her head. "It's fine. I'll take my struggles elsewhere." She moved forwards, "He's fine, by the way. In case you were wondering." She stopped beside Erik and looked up at him, he simply turned his head and looked down at her blankly. Valeryia smiled, "Nice to see some of us are doing good." She continued onwards, "Up a creek without a paddle." She shrugged and disappeared. That was what was happening here, getting nowhere fast. Valeryia was almost glad to have something else to go and do, or else she'd get seriously bored.

Grabbing a rucksack, this place was seriously full of every little helpful thing anyone would need, before opening it and walking to where spare clothes were. She shoved everything in, especially winter clothes. Or rather, warm looking clothes of any sort. It wasn't like there were thick parka coats and winter boots here. Jumpers and shirts was seemingly it. She filled another rucksack up with food provisions. Shutting both, she nodded contently to herself. Hearing footsteps, she looked up. Seriously expecting a round two, she was surprised to see Raven.

"He's really okay?" She asked quietly, as if even asking about her brother as a massive no.

Valeryia hoisted a bag onto her back and nodded, "He misses you." As she expected someone would if they had been with someone for as long as they had been. She couldn't think of what that felt like, not having siblings, and being alone, many things were lost on Valeryia. "Hank, Sean and Alex are fine too, by the way." She smiled, she had spent a little time with them after Charles had helped her.

"Good," Raven sounded distant, as if realising what she was looking at, she eyed up the bags. "You're leaving now?"

"Yeah...there is no point in me staying here, Raven. I can't stand to be here...be careful, I mean it. Absolute power, corrupts absolutely."

Her eyes narrowed in thought, "Val-"

"Don't." She picked up her other bag, "Raven, the problem with people when they suddenly get power, is that they seldom know what to truly do with it. I am not saying Erik is like this, but with Emma's help, and ever unhelpful comments, I am not too certain. He doesn't need encouraging, he's smart, too smart, and he knows exactly what ideas he has, it's just making them into reality which could be problematic. I know, believe me, it looks like I am abandoning ship. I'm not. I am, and will forever be your friend, and I wish you luck for the future, but I need to do this. I have never done anything for myself, other than escape confinement...but even then I had help. I need to do something for myself, by myself. I want to see the world. I want to see the world before the dynamics change." Valeryia explained while they walked, she glanced up at Raven as she nodded slowly. "One day it'll happen to you."

"What?" Raven frowned, suddenly not following.

Valeryia smiled and dumped her bag on the floor. "One day, maybe not today, or tomorrow, but soon something will appear and you'll think: yeah...I'm going to go do this for me, not because I'm being asked, but because I want to."

"Sure I can't just tag along? You did offer." Raven smiled and looked to the side when Azazel appeared, he was carrying something in one hand, while the other was in his pocket. Even Valeryia looked a little confused to see him again.

"Yeah...yeah I know, but..."

"This is for you," Raven smiled. "I get it." She reached down and pulled Valeryia in for a hug. "Look after yourself, yeah? Come back in one piece." She squeezed her tightly for a couple more seconds before leaning away with a sad smile. She didn't want to part ways with her friend. "I hope you find what you're looking for." Valeryia just sent her a watery smile, she wiped at her eyes and nodded. Not being able to find a voice to talk with because she honestly felt like she was going to cry. Raven patted her shoulders one last time before looking away.

"Bye then." She cleared her throat and looked Azazel over.

He smiled, "I am to take you."

"What?" Valeryia's face scrunched up.

"I am-"

"I heard, I heard!"

"Then why ask again?" Azazel frowned at her, "You ready?"

"No," Valeryia shrugged her bag off and held up a hand. "One moment, please." Azazel rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall. Valeryia smiled and darted off, she ran around the building before backtracking. "Okay, listen, I don't want the last exchange of words we had to be an argument. We sort of met arguing, or disagreeing or whatever, and I don't want to part arguing with you, Erik. You are...you. Er, I mean, you are one of few people who've bothered with me, and I love you a little for it. I'm sorry I'm going, I am. I will miss you, even if you won't miss me. But I will come back, I promise." Valeryia said rather speedily while pausing now and again, in the end she walked up to where he stood looking slightly wide eyed. He had been clearly talking to Emma about something Valeryia couldn't care less about, and then this happened. Wrapping her arms around him she held on tightly, she didn't care if he didn't hold her back. "Please look after yourself," she leaned away from his chest and looked at him. "Also, thank you for allowing Azazel to take me." She whispered with a small coy smile.

"Knowing you, you'd get lost in the airport." Erik commented, finally replying. She shrugged, she probably would, she hadn't ever been in one before. He reached around himself and managed to get a hold of her hands, she shuffled a step back as he let her go. "Don't be too long."

Valeryia grinned, "Or what? You'll have to come looking for me?" She laughed and rocked on her heels, Erik just smirked and looked down at her, Emma now well and truly forgotten in the background. Yet she watched curiously while sitting down. "Is it wrong to admit a part of me would quite enjoy that?" Valeryia smirked, Erik just raised an eyebrow, not everyone could share that sentiment. Actually, she was perhaps the only person to think that way.