Xaviers!

Natalie watches her go, frozen to the spot. The truth sometimes hurts a lot. And it had been a double-edged greatsword here. She's still staring at the door when an orderly comes in cursing about the remains of the ritual and scrambling to clean things. She doesn't move from her spot as they continue cleaning, finally getting the room back to normal. One of them attempts to talk to her, but it doesn't register and they eventually give up and leave her there. Finally, she collapses into a chair, which is none too kind of the chair or the body, but the sensation is mercifully distant. Shari was wrong. She was good at destroying stuff. Even her power couldn't fix things now.