The things Bobby said were true, even if they sounded like a line from a really bad movie. Xavier had wanted the best for them, and for them to give their best to others in return. He would always be there with them, in them in their actions and interactions. That was comforting, and made her think maybe she had done the right thing by coming back. "I think it's possible, Xavier's dream. Just gonna take a lot more effort from both sides."
There would always be human that hated mutants, and mutants that hated humans. A thought struck and she looked quickly to Bobby. "Anyone heard about Magneto or Mystique?" If Rogue was feeling the beginning sf her powers returning, she could only imagine how far along those two were. They were more powerful and trained in their abilities than she had been. "If he was pissed off before, he's gonna come back with a vengeance now. Unless gettin' older miraculously mellowed him out. Wonder which side Mystique'll fall on since he screwed her over."
All this time she'd been so concerned with herself, Magneto hadn't even crossed her mind. This night was turning into more of a humbling experience than she'd realized it could be. With an incline of her head, Rogue began to walk again. The path she was trying to follow would take them on a wide loop and back to the front of the school. Best to come clean with where she was in her journey back to mutancy.
"About a month ago I had this dream." She wondered how far she'd have to get into it before Bobby linked it to a moment in his childhood, and not hers. "It was a nice summer day an' I was outside playin' football with a little boy with blonde hair. I think he was maybe seven or somethin', pretty young. I got the feelin' that I wasn't too much older 'n him. The boy threw the football an' I went to catch it, 'cept I landed in a bed of flowers that my mother had only too recently planted."