Pietro (after the funeral)
Rogue walked toward the palace, hands in her pockets as she went over the list of reasons why she couldn't join Kurt in finding things to kill in her head. They were very good reasons, but it was still frustrating. She hadn't been nearly as shaken up about the deaths as he was. Death happened. Often. He'd known them better than she did and that really made a world of difference. Not to say that she wasn't sad, but she wasn't sad enough for it to really show. Rogue definitely didn't like the idea of anyone dying, but she'd seen enough of it that she more or less was able to completely brush it off, unless it was someone she was close to.
She felt a little bit like an asshole, not really showing all that much emotion at the service, but she was starting to get used to being that asshole anyway. Running a hand through her hair, she continued up the path, grateful that at least the funerals, or whatever you wanted to call them, were over. That was a step in the right direction, as far as the whole healing process went.