InsaneJournal

ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ (untouchable) wrote in colligo_threads,

Rogue blinked, faintly taken aback at the description he gave of the Canadian he'd met. "That..." She blinked again. "Sounds just like Logan, actually," she said, obviously somewhat stunned. She had known Logan didn't age like everybody else and had known he had amnesia thanks to what had been done to him. What she didn't know, however, and what she was almost positive Logan also hadn't known, was that the Professor had known who he was long before ever meeting him when they both turned up at his school. She found herself hoping, for the Professor's sake really, that Logan never showed up in the city from her time. She couldn't imagine it would end very well.

Trying to get her thoughts back on track, she focused on what he'd asked about Scott. Thinking about him hurt. She'd never been particularly close with the man - no one who was close with Logan was also close with Scott, really - but losing him had been devastating for all of them. Not as devastating, however, as...

No. She wasn't going to think about that. She wasn't even going to let it flicker through her mind. Clearing her throat and shifting a little, she finally said, "He had these, like... energy beams that shot out of his eyes. He couldn't control them on his own so he wore these special sunglasses." She swallowed, hard, at the thought of Jean. "And Jean was a telekinetic." Amongst many, many, many other things that frankly terrified Rogue to even dwell on.

The small smile returned to her face at his attempt to lessen the rather heavy burden her ability caused her to carry. "Well, two years at your school and we hadn't figured out a way yet," she pointed out mildly. There wasn't any judgement in her tone and certainly no hostility. Yes, her ability sucked but she would always be grateful for simply having a place to fit in, a place to belong. Being able to control it had always been something she'd known would never be very likely.

Still, it was nice to have a dream, even if it was that you might never reach, she supposed as she took another sip of her tea.