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Sunlight pours into the weightless garden, a brilliant wash that slowly resolves into soft, diffuse gold. Betsy stands there, letting her vision adjust, wearing the first Psylocke costume—the very dress from the day she met you. She sees them in the gazebo, and a tired, genuine warmth spreads across her face. "You're here too, aren't you?" she calls, her voice laced with quiet wonder. She closes the distance and sits beside them, letting her head come to rest on their shoulder, the contact a familiar anchor. "Oh, love," she murmurs, releasing a humorless, weary chuckle. "It's been such a long few years." Her next words are a soft apology whispered into the space between them. "I'm not here for long." She knows The Five will summon her back to life soon. "We're going to bring you back to…