"Don't worry, Rosemarie. I've got this handled." Politely dismissing the undeniable servitude of her White House aid, the First Lady of Legend cautiously situated herself, perfectly poised, and symmetrically parallel from the very same interviewer she conversed with just seven days ago.
This time however, the atmosphere within the heavenly white room was as dreary as her time in Paradiso. In fact, Lady Stark could sense their eyes piercing her very soul, so much so she could hear them telepathically insinuate unspeakable crimes they'd commit if it weren't for her status within the American hierarchy.
"Are you ready?" His hardened voice interjected her stoic silence, unwilling to cater to this woman, especially considering the released tapes.
"I'm ready. Whenever you are." Her voice came off differently. This time the inflection nor volume were nearly as joyous and loud as their previous encounter. In truth, without the visual reverence of Anthony Stark, the protection of Charlemagne Lebeau, or the comforting love of Noah Addams, the blind witch could be considered vulnerable.
"Mrs. Stark. I want to get straight to business." Bright lights focused on the expertly crafted witch, highlighting the contrast between her ebony dress and jollier surroundings. "You were caught in Paradiso, a known mutant haven that's capitalized on equality, which was nearly destroyed just twenty-four hours ago. I'd like too---"
"Please, I'm going to have to stop you right there." Unable to sit through presumptuous accusations, narrow minded opinions, and understandable displeasure, Clarice Michelle Stark of Washington peeled off her dark shades to reveal the unholy sight of perpetual darkness, black orbs that took the place of her formerly signature violet eyes.
"Last evening wasn't my proudest moment. I don't know what even happened," she blotted her tears, still feeling honest anxiety from that entire debacle. "All I know is Daemon, that behemoth of mutant, might have sullied whatever chances at equality this administration was aiming for."
"He contacted me. Knowing that I'd do just about anything to make my husband's efforts matter. I went there, with the protection of my bodyguard, Charlemagne Lebeau. A man who knows what it means to be falsely accused of crimes he did not commit. I trusted him to protect me, which he tried his earnest too, but it wasn't enough. Daemon was ready, ready for something I had to intentions of - violence."
"He goaded me. Told me we could make a difference, but then it turned into a roast. Brought up the fact that he's the one who murdered my parents. He's the one who's made my life a living hell. The monstrous mutant behind all my nightmares. He talked about horrendous things. What he'd do to me if I didn't comply to his demands. I denied. Terrorists are not to be negotiated with, but in return I was blinded. My eyes taken from me. The only thing that made me feel unique growing up."
"Charlemagne defended me with all his might. Taking on the giant with amazing fortitude, my husband would be thankful. I know, I am." She started crying again, this however, her hand was light grasped by her compassionate interviewer.
"I didn't want any of that to happen. I didn't want anyone's lives to end. Children, mothers, fathers, I would never wish the pain I felt to be thrust onto anyone else. Eventually Daemon became suicidal when things didn't go his way, but thankfully I cooled him down. The energies he had could have reached our nation if it weren't for the powers I strangely manifested, but still I feel the guilt of what I could have stopped."
"I'm not sure if I'm a mutant. It could be some weird poetic irony considering the tragedies I've went through and witnessed, but in the end this nation was put in jeopardy. Lives were taken and more could have been. I don't consider this a win. I won't sugarcoat any of this, I'm not even sure if I should be alive."
"One things for certain, Daemon is a mutant terrorist. One that'll obliterate his own people to prove how deadly he can be. He is not what mutants should aspire to be, he is the mutant that has ruined progress for millions, and he must be stopped. If anyone can help, if anyone knows anything about his whereabouts, please contact me in anyway which way you please. It's only in my blindness that I can finally see who the real enemy is."
"Please America, don't let this monster go. Think of your kids, your parents, and the future of this country. Please, don't lose sight of what's in front of you." She covered her eyes, ashamed of the nightmares she could have caused by presenting this displeasing sight. "Thank y-you, f-for y-your time."