He stood in the middle of it all, as if he were in an empty room and there were televisions on every side playing the same scene from every angle possible and he could see them all at once. It was interesting, how the first image to wash up before him was not a memory of Rogue's. But rather was connected to her through a sense of loss. Carol had been so happy that day and now anger festered within that personality. Anger at having her happiness sucked away... and the one who did so could only really feel the power and strength that came from the physical benefits. It wasn't completely true, of course. Rogue decidedly felt remorse and grief and guilt and many other mixed and painful emotions over her actions and the fallout of them that day. But the personality she had taken, Carol, was stuck as she was when the memories had been drained away. Angry and vengeful. A phantom reflection of what was the moment she was pulled from her proper form.