" Andy take a second to think about what they've turned you into. A foot soldier and a living blood bag." Esme was saying all of this out of love and concern. She finally found the perfect place to talk privately with the young telekinetic during his hellish schedule and daily routine. She could feel the exhaustion from the fifteen year old dwelling in a place that drained him.

" You donate blood every time someone is wounded and I mean every time. Your skin's unhealthy pale because of it. Then covering  assignments and chores for the recovering mutants seeing every task to the end. Attending your mother's home school and then if you are  lucky half an hour a day with Lauren.  No one is taking notice about the toll it's taking on you. Then missions and trying get everyone to like you."

" It's good to help and build bridges. " Andy struggled to respond in everyone's defense. She found him barely able to hold a hold a hard cover book and stay awake. 

" Andy it's worse then what you tried to do in high school. Your trying to create something but destroying yourself. You've literally saved dozens of lives in the past thirty six hours.  For the past four months you saved hundreds but no one's attempted to save you. You get a little praise and hostility.  Nothing else."

" You give and give.  I'm not taking no for an answer. " He didn't complain and got up. Only to stumble and she caught him." Your going to get help and talk to someone.  And rest. And your going to spend the next few days with me. Until your back to your old self. I'll be the generous one."