Xaviers!

"What happened seems pretty self-explanatory. Sam's dime-store duplicate wasn't kept as well under-wraps as the fine staff here at Muir would have tended to believe; they clearly underestimated her. She went wild, and set a bunch of people free.

Not everyone, mind you -- there's still a couple stragglers back thataways, and then you have the body of a long-time nuisance over there, but that's the gist of it."

"Rather looks like that ship has sailed," she says, glancing around.

"Yeah; I'll be sure to have a word or two with the guys in charge."

"Our task is still clear," he said with righteous stubbornness, eyes beginning to turn red, "We go onward so no more can escape."

He moved for the hole Char had made.

"I'm pretty sure if I go that way, one of the inmates is going to have a complete mental breakdown, and I doubt the rest of you enjoy being roasted and toasted. I vote we get you guys the hell out of here."

Will seems to be correct, nobody through the blasted hole seems particularly up to fight, especially now that the heroes showed up. Or, if Char is to be believed, a horrible nightmare of clay.

And sooner rather than later, more people show up to assess the situation and get the prison back under their control. The security footage is pretty much useless, Conduit having overwritten it with static that seems to flicker in synch with the continuous sound of her blowing a raspberry. Some poor soul is probably going to have to scrub through hours and hours of that, just in case. In the end doing a headcount of the remaining prisoners is the most reliable way to produce a list of the escapees.

Cailleach, Conduit, Thresher, Reach, Doctor Evo and Taurus. 'Only' six people though they certainly caused plenty of destruction on their way out.

In the middle of the headcount, two more orderlies came to escort Will to his accommodations. It was...probable that these two weren't, yet again, supervillains in disguise, but Muir Island Security was having a bad day.

"There's not much we can do here right now, Tosh."

Now human again, Tosh turned away from the bustle of activity and sighed.

"What's even the point of catching these people if they just walk right back out?" he asked defeatedly.

"Because we know they'll hurt people."

"This isn't you, Tosh."

"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think," he said, echoing Will from earlier. Only, he didn't sound as convinced.

"Think of it this way, Tosh."

"This time you get to fight him."

"I don't enjoy the idea of punching my grandpa, Sam. Even if he deserves it," he said, "I was fooling myself by thinking I was a warrior. Maybe I'm just a scared little boy playing hero."

"You're not a warrior. The X-Men aren't warriors. Would you even want them to be?"

He sighed heavily. "No... I just feel so powerless and I hate it. I thought becoming an X-Man would change that but even though less afraid I'm right back there."

"You've done some bloody incredible things. Sure you're not Tony Stark, but was Tony Stark even Tony Stark at your age?"

"I mean... yes, yes he was, but Tony Stark didn't mean what it means now."

"I'm not sure where you're going with this, Sam."

"Don't try to measure yourself by someone who's already succeeded."

"But I'm... shit. I am, aren't I? Not necessarily people like McCoy and Stark, but people I wish I was more like."

"And they were just as clueless as any of us at some point."

"Well, cousin Sho is still pretty clueless," he joked with a weak smirk, "But what would you expect from who Bruce is imitating?"

"Your cousin ever had to deal with all this?"

"Not remotely," he smirked. "My dad has but I'm not him either., right?"

"Well that just means your dad knows what it's like."

"But it sounds like you haven't talked to your cousin much about your grandfather."

"I haven't talked to anyone much about my grandfather. I... probably should, it's just never been something my family talks about. They never wanted me to relive what he did to me. A cruel irony that I did anyway and in the most literal sense."