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She made him feel weak. Katherine "Kitty" Pryde, girl-next-door brainiac that should have been shy and wasn't, was the first person to make fire look like a paltry plaything.
It was St. John and Kitty's first round in the Danger Room ever, and she was winning.
He hated the feeling blossoming inside him, even if her eyes were kind. Or maybe that is what he hated most.
She stood, one hand in his gut, her whole body in the middle of his living flames. He could bend the fire to his will, but he could not make it burn her.