Rose had once been told that she'd had too much of her mother in her to not lead. She'd always imagined herself to be her father's child, but those Frost-qualities appeared more and more often the older Rose grew. At this very moment, though, in Gar's old bed, she didn't feel especially strong or brave. She felt like a weak kid again. Her stomach fluttered at his kisses. "I want to tell you things," she said, "I really want to. But I shouldn't." She really had no right to let him know how his life had ended. "What if I have awful news for you? Or what if it's good? It takes the surprise out of things. It could... change things." She looked away quickly.
Before she'd knocked on Gar's door, she'd found both of her parents (technically, Wolverine had found her) and she'd spoken to them on the morality issue of changing the past. She'd made a decision sometime after she'd finished the conversation with her mother, but she'd yet to do anything to make things different. There was a part of her that was still unsure whether it was right to reshape the past into something more pleasant.
"You can ask me questions, if you want," she said after a minute. "I'll probably make something up."