She recoiled when it seemed like he wanted to step back and get away from her. She didn't blame him but it hurt all the same that he saw her as something dangerous, a threat she had always known she was. "It was an accident," she insisted, looking anywhere but at the corpses on the ground. She couldn't bear to see either of them like that, especially not when it was her fault.
She closed her eyes and shuddered when he asked her how many more she would kill. "I won't touch anyone again. I'll leave. Just stop it! Please, stop." She'd leave the prison permanently and live on her own, she'd done it for nearly two years before arriving at Everett. Before she'd met up with Logan and destroyed the small family he had built up without her. That was all she was good at, wasn't she? Destiny had been wrong, she didn't deserve to live with people, Rogue was right when she thought that isolation was the only option she had. At least then she knew she wouldn't ever hurt anyone.
You really should have stayed away from people.
Rogue hadn't heard that voice in years but she could recognize it as if she had heard it just yesterday. She glanced up and her face crumpled with pain at the look of bitter disappoint on her mother's face. "Mom?"
You know, the happiest day of our lives was when you ran away. We didn't sign up to raise a monster and it was a relief when we found your room empty. She glanced down at the bodies on the floor and shook her head with disgust. I'll bet he was relieved when he thought he'd gotten rid of you too, and then you had to louse it up and find him.
Every word was like a blow. Rogue had never heard her parents speak like that about her but they didn't have to. After she'd put that boy in a coma, the hugs and comforting touches from her parents had petered off until her mother had actually flinched when Rogue had moved to hug her. That was the day she'd ran away, and to hear her mother tell her that now only confirmed her suspicions.