For a moment, Rogue just stood there and looked at him. This was the happiest she'd been in months, despite the fact that half of their conversation was on a subject that made her angry and about people that made her want to break things. If she believed in fate, or God, or anything at all right now, she'd have been thanking them for putting her where she needed to be to get to this moment. But in her cynical and jaded little heart, she didn't believe in any of it. So she just touched the side of Logan's face, tenderly, then invited herself back under his arm so they could continue on.
"As hellacious as all that was, I don't think I'd change a thing if I could. Made me who I am, who you are. Who we are together. I kinda like that I'm one of the handful of people you can tolerate for more than a few minutes." Most people said the types of things Logan was saying and more often than not they were just words. She knew he meant them and hoped he understood she'd do the same for him without having to say it.
"Oh, they always get mouthy with me." She grinned. "But I like it. Lets me get mouthy right back. It hasn't happened more than once up here, but back home, it wasn't a good night unless someone harassed me." She still thought of New Orleans as home and didn't bother hiding it. She'd made a life for herself there, had a house she could have owned one day. New York only meant constant danger and threats. This place would never be home to her, not in her soul. Though she would stay as long as her family was in danger. Nothing could make her leave while Magneto was still at the mansion.
"Yeah, that's her. Little waif of a thing in a Catholic school uniform." Rogue shook her head. "Girl needs some meat on her bones if she wants to go up against you. 'Sides, with who's got her under his teachin' now, I wouldn't trust it. But that's just me." Lorna didn't at all scream evil or ill intent to her, but she was Magneto's now. He'd helped her and was still helping her. There's no way a girl like her would ever forget that or not want to repay him somehow.
"Clone?" She blinked at the word. "Stryker made a clone of you?" The more she thought about it, she could remember a girl with a big attitude that had reminded Rogue of Logan. She'd never given her name, though. Just a number. "X-23," she remembered out loud. "Seemed she came in with Doctor Essex the night of the attack. I always questioned their comin' and then everythin' goin' to hell right after. You think she's lookin' to come after you?"
A quiet sigh passed her lips, and Rogue nodded. "Scott was always all right with me. A little strict and not too much of a sense of humor...but he was always there when trouble hit. An' he was a great leader." Softly she added, "I still don't believe he's gone. Nobody saw it happen, an' my brain can't accept that he's really dead." Though if he were alive, wouldn't he have come back by now? She had so many questions, so many theories as to what happened to Scott and why, but none of them led to her accepting his death. Especially at the hands of Jean. Phoenix or not, she loved Scott. She wouldn't have killed him.
She smiled faintly at the comment about Ororo, glancing up at Logan. "What kind of stuff?"
Turning away from the busy street, Rogue headed down a much quieter road to where they'd eventually come to her apartment. She could still marvel at how a simple turn of a corner in this part of the state could bring you to an entirely different setting. Yeah, she could still hear sirens and once in a great while loud music, but all in all, it was pretty peaceful. The houses were older, most of the Colonial or Victorian by design. She counted herself lucky to have found a place so quickly, and to be living in a two family home where her downstairs neighbor was her landlady, and someone who was rarely home.
It was hard not to smile at the comment about Remy, and Rogue shrugged. "He said he knew you an' he's got a history with the professor. It was just a quick assumption. He ain't all that bad." She looked down, trying not to let herself feel the sadness that came up with his name. "Saved me back home. That's gotta count for somethin', right?