Private E-Mail To Alison

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To: Blaire, Alison
From: MacTaggart, Moira
Subject: Even a doctor needs to follow their own advice. (If you're too stressed, don't open this until later, lass.)

With all the hell that's broken loose in the last few weeks, we never got that opportunity to talk. After I went in with both guns blazing in my so-called defense of Marie-Ange, I realize that I'm cracking.

It's damned hard to say it, harder even to type.

I had a son, named Kevin. He was born with incredibly powerful mutant powers, I nearly died giving birth to him. That was the beginning of the end of my marriage, as well. Kevin...Kevin could do things that were unbelievable. Reality was his to bend. And when you're 1, 2...you're not supposed to do that. Your body can't handle it.

His powers were getting out of control and so Rory, who was working at Muir with me before it became what it is today, and I started work on a containment unit, to keep his powers contained while he learned to use them. Rory and I aren't mutants and back then, I knew less than bloody hell about mutant powers.

Needless to say, after he made Rory lose his leg, it went downhill.

....

He died when he was 7. His body just...disintegrated...

Damn it, I can't, I'm sorry, I just can't...