Remy bristled when she mentioned Logan being around. Normally, this would seem like good news - Logan had always been one of his better friends on the X-Men, and the two had enjoyed many a night of drunken antics together. But the downside was Logan's amazing - and annoying - ability to somehow sniff out when someone was lying about something...which of course wasn't good news for Remy. He wasn't sure if the Logan Rogue spoke of was from her universe or his, but all the same he made a note in his head that it would probably be best to avoid him for the time being.
But it was Rogue's next comments that really caught his attention. Make-believe stories? Cartoons? Comic books? She wasn't making any sense. He allowed her words to twist around in his head for a few moments before responding. The X-Men had not exactly been popular figures back where he came from, so he found it a little hard to take the news that they were beloved - even as fictional characters - in another world.
Then again, he was quickly learning not to take anything for granted, and realized that what she said could very well be true. He considered this, and he suddenly remembered what he had heard about the figure in his world known as The Watcher...a being he had never personally encountered, but one he knew was tasked with keeping a record of near-everything that happened in the universe. Perhaps these "comic-books" were something like that - some sort of chronicle of their lives, filtered somehow to another world and actually turned into popular entertainment. It was a huge leap in logic, but he decided it was preferable to thinking that their entire lives were actually controlled by the whims of some sort of author from another world.
"I ain't heard anything like that, and I guess I'm glad I didn't. But I'll tell you what...I don't believe for a second dat we're...fictional. I know my life has been as real as de ground beneath my feet, and de same goes for you, too. If dese books and cartoons exist, den dat's fine. Dey keeping track of us in de other worlds? Let 'em. But de're not de bosses or rulers of us. We make our own choices..."
The irony of this statement hit Remy as it escaped his lips. He was suddenly at a loss for words. This information was just as confusing to him as it surely was to her...but had it been the only reason she had asked to meet?
"Tell me, girl, is dat all dat's bothering you? Cause I'm not sure I can help you work t'rough somet'ing dat I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around myself. But if dere's somet'ing else..."