I'll Give You a Reason to Cry

Sapphire, urgency in her voice, approached Simon with concern etched across her face.

"Something is wrong with Catherine," she exclaimed, but Simon, seemingly preoccupied or perhaps unwilling to acknowledge the gravity of the situation, brushed off her observation.

"There's nothing wrong," he asserted, his response carrying an air of dismissiveness. The tension in the air lingered as Sapphire, undeterred by Simon's dismissive demeanour, persisted in expressing the urgency of her concern. Her eyes, wide with apprehension, searched for a connection with Simon, hoping he would recognize the gravity of the situation.

"Simon, I'm serious," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation.

"Catherine has been acting strangely, and I can't shake off this feeling that something is amiss." Simon, however, remained seemingly unmoved, his attention still tethered to whatever occupied his thoughts. Sapphire, undaunted by his initial response, decided to delve deeper into her observations.

"She's been distant, avoiding eye contact, and her usual vibrant energy has dwindled to a mere flicker. I noticed it during the meeting earlier – she barely said a word, and when she did, it was as if she were miles away. Something is eating at her, Simon, and we can't just ignore it."

Returning to Katorra and Noah, Sapphire found herself confronted with a new challenge. Charles and Neil were engaged in a desperate struggle against the cat-owl mutant.

Sensing the urgency of the situation, Sapphire swiftly assessed the perilous confrontation. Her instincts kicked in, propelling her toward the heart of the conflict. With determination etched across her features, she positioned herself squarely between the combatants, acting as a formidable barrier that temporarily halted the fierce exchange.

"Enough!" Sapphire's voice, commanding and resonant, cut through the chaos like a clarion call. The combatants hesitated, momentarily distracted by her unexpected intervention. Charles and Neil, panting and bruised from their struggle, glanced at each other and then at Sapphire, curiosity and wariness etched on their faces.

"I won't let this violence continue," Sapphire declared, her gaze sweeping across the group.

"We're all on the same side here, facing a common threat. We must find a way to work together and overcome this challenge." Her words carried a weight of authority, a call for unity in the face of a shared adversary.

Sapphire, attuned to the subtleties of the moment, seized an opportunity for connection with the cat-owl mutant. In a bold move, she approached the hybrid creature and, with a steady hand, began to gently pet its unique form. The mutant, initially tense and defensive, responded to Sapphire's touch with a surprising hint of vulnerability. It was a fleeting but crucial moment of understanding, a bridge between two worlds that seemed irreconcilable.

Simultaneously, recognizing the urgency of Charles's struggle, Sapphire reached into her pocket and retrieved a small jar containing Logan's aunt. With a solemn expression, she handed the jar to Charles, who accepted it with a mix of gratitude and trepidation. As he unscrewed the lid, the contained reality within the glass vessel unfolded before his eyes.

"Jenaveve!" Charles exclaimed, the jar's contents revealing the identity of the restrained woman. His initial shock and surprise gave way to a profound sense of horror, his face paling as he grappled with the weight of this unexpected revelation. 

Sapphire, recognizing the gravity of the moment, placed a comforting hand on Charles's shoulder.

"We need to understand what's happening here, Charles," she urged, her voice filled with empathy.

Sapphire, having forged a momentary connection with the cat-owl mutant, felt a surge of gratitude toward the creature. With a genuine smile, she leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on its feathered forehead. The once-hostile mutant, now softened by the unexpected gesture, responded with a gentle purr, a sign of acknowledgment and perhaps even appreciation.

As Sapphire expressed her gratitude, Charles, still cradling the jar containing Logan's aunt, approached Catherine to share the startling revelation. The gravity of the situation hung in the air as he carefully revealed the contents of the jar, his face reflecting a mix of concern and urgency.

"Catherine, we need your insight on this," Charles began, his voice weighted with the weight of the revelation. "Jenaveve, Logan's aunt, is somehow connected to this mutant. We need to understand the nature of this connection and figure out how to help them both."

Catherine, who had been observing the unfolding events with a keen eye, took a moment to absorb the information. As she peered into the jar, her expression shifted from curiosity to thoughtful contemplation. 

Understanding the need for careful examination and interrogation, she took charge of the delicate matter. Turning to Simon, who had been observing the unfolding events with a mix of curiosity and concern, Catherine handed over the jar containing the restrained woman, Jenaveve.

"Simon," Catherine said, her voice measured and composed, "we need to find out more about the connection between Jenaveve and the cat-owl mutant. I believe you're the one best suited for this interrogation. Let's see if we can extract any information that might shed light on what's happening here."

Simon, known for his keen investigative skills and ability to extract information, accepted the responsibility with a nod. Taking the jar from Catherine, he studied the restrained woman within, his expression reflecting a mix of determination and caution. 

Simon led Jenaveve into another room, the air heavy with anticipation and uncertainty. As he prepared to question her, he fired a series of inquiries, each word carrying the weight of the mysteries surrounding her.

"Who are you?"

"Where are the kids?"

"What are you?"

"What happened to you?"

All she does is smirk at him.