Her answering laugh was short and bitter. "Yeah. The night of the attack, the south wing on the first floor got torched. That was my doin' apparently. I froze things, made metal move at my will, had four arms an' strength an' rage that wasn't mine, turned metal...had claws." She shook her head and looked at her lap. "Like I said, though, I don't remember none of it. This is all second-hand information here." All she remembered after was knowing she had to get out in order to keep people safe. She'd lied to Remy in order to slip away. That was when she'd decided the world would be safer if she got the shot again. But that had also been when she'd run into Paige and the younger girl talked her out of it.
Rogue looked up when Logan said he was going to go get his things, panic flickering through her gaze quickly before she got a grip on it. "What? No, Logan, you don't have to do that." Her brow wrinkled. "I just gotta get a better hold on this thing. Look, I know you like your space, I'm the same way. I don't want you to feel like you have to babysit me. I'm a grown woman, after all." Though that brief look of panic spoke otherwise. She was about to reach for her tea again, something to hold to keep her hands busy, when he came over and embraced her.
This time she didn't shy away. In fact, she didn't resist at all, just let Logan hold her. She felt emotion well up and tears sting her eyes, but fought to stay composed against him. "I understand you so much more now. I hate not knowing what I've done or what I've been through. I'm so sorry." She'd never know the degree to which Logan struggled with lost memories, but at least now Rogue could empathize a little bit more.
Not telling anyone else wasn't a problem, at least as far as she was concerned at the moment. To the best of her knowledge there truly wasn't anyone else who knew. Remy was probably more than a little suspicious, but he didn't know her well enough to be able to know exactly what was going on. "I may be stubborn, but I ain't never been as strong as you give me credit for. I'm just a good actress." She so desperately wished the professor was there. He'd know what to do. He always knew what to do.
"The most peace?" She really had to think on that one. Even when she was asleep there was constant motion in her head, in her body. After a week or so of having nights like that she would crash out of necessity and sleep without waking or remembering anything. She cherished those nights. "It's easier to hold on to myself when I'm happy or real excited, I guess. But I get irritated real easy. Real easy." It was frustrating that she could go from high to low in half a second, but getting back into a better place took real work.
Her mouth opened to say her powers had always been a curse, but the words didn't come out. The last thing she wanted was a well deserved chastising. "When I touched you before, when you saved me, I only got the healin' properties and the heightened senses. Why do you think it's different this time? Why hasn't any of this happened before? Is it because the cure has finally completely worn off?"