"No, Rock. How dare you," Janet said in an eerily calm yet ice cold tone. Her face went void of emotion. The blatant fury was erased and replaced with nothing more than stoic emptiness. "You came to this place and were nothing but trouble from the start," she continued to speak in the same frightening tone. "We tried to help you and all you did was throw it in our faces. We let you go out and do hero work and you couldn't even be serious about that until this one was in danger.
"We even offered you solace when your mind began to fracture. And what did you do," she asked as she titled her head to the side. "You refused. You refused helped when we so generously offered it. I, myself, wanted to assist you with psychic therapy. But all you did was push us away.
"How can you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? Someone who is so caught up in herself that she would rather go insane than accept the help she so obviously needed?" Janet's flames flashed brighter with every question. "What can you do for someone who is so lost that they make sure no one came find them? Nothing."
"You can't do a damn thing for them. And you're only gonna be offered help until people get tired of wasting their breath. Honestly, how many times do you expect not just one person, but an entire team of people to be rejected?" Her flames died down. "How dare YOU come back to this school- who, for all intents and purposes, you so vehemently rejected- Rock?
"Why? Why did you come back? I can understand why your little boyfriend would," she said, eyes going from Rock to Lucian and back again. "He didn't willingly leave the school. He was kidnapped and then murdered. In a different country, at that. Of course he would come back after being brought back to life. I read his mind and know everything he knows, so far.
"But you, Rock," she she said quizzically while shaking her head. "You, I can't figure out. With all of the power I wield, I can't determine why you would come back to a place that you so openly hate. So tell me, Rock, why you came back. Make me understand." Janet wasn't being in the least bit nice or sensitive or caring. But she was being honest in her curiosity.