Rogue had been so deep in thought that she didn't look up at first, blinking as she did so in slight surprise. " It is...you don't seem evil like him." The words slipped past her lips and she looked down. Why was she doing this again? "I'm sorry, he's your daddy...I shouldn't say that. You probably care for him...wasn't right." In her nerves, the southern accent was heavy and she tried to focus...though it was becoming harder to do so.
" I don't want to do this. X-Men don't do this..." She was studying the sick person lying beneath the white sheets, but the voice urged her forward.