His words drove Rogue into absolute silence for a moment. Deserve that? No one had ever said that to her before, about anything, and it definitely made an impact. "Desperation. Fear. Confusion. Anger. You name it sugah, ah' felt it," she finally answered and closed her eyes, "Ah' know ah' made some bad choices. Ah've messed up". Confused, angry, Rogue just wanted to belong somewhere. Anywhere. She wanted a home. A place that was real. It was the first time she truly wanted to stop running.
"Ah' know they will lock me up. Ah' caused a lot of damage..." she trailed off, pulling her green hood over her bruised and battered face once more. "Ya could let me go?" she flashed him a weak smile, knowing full well that it had never been an option anyway; she would have to face the music sometime. "Ah' guess ah'll just have to face it. Whatever it is".