"Yeah, 'cause my leavin' means I've turned my back on everythin' an' everyone. Good conclusion." She refused to let him rile her. If he was after something in her reaction, Rogue would not be giving it to him. With the combination of personalities inside her now, his being one of them, she was learning how to convey a front of calm detachment.
Instead of sitting in the chair opposite him, Rogue continued putting things into the couple of boxes she had left. "I ain't goin' far, don't you worry about that." She crouched to put a few books into the box. "Just down the road, really. Don't wanna be too far when you show your true face an' my family needs me." She straightened and crossed her arms, turning to face Erik. "This is kinda like a teenager who needs to prove they know what they're doin'. Inevitably the kid fails and needs help from someone reliable." Leaning on the back of the unoccupied chair, Rogue smirked. "Ro is the teenager in this scenario, in case you missed that. You would be the sex, drugs, rock and roll, insert whatever you want. I would be the one who was right in the end."
She went back to packing, asking over her shoulder, "An' what will you be doin' with your time? You an' I both know bein' a teacher ain't enough for you. An' once Lorna is in control of her issues and, undoubtedly, in your debt forever thus becomin' one of your fangirls, I can't see you bein' content playin' Mr. Rogers. You've had plenty of time to think about what would happen if you ever got your powers back. I know you've got somethin' up your sleeve."