Being treated like every other imPort had been a breath of fresh air for Rogue after seventeen years of being hated and feared as a mutant. It had been like some kind of surreal dream — and now she was waking up.

"Not at first," she says with a shake of her head, studying the plates of his chest rather than watching his expression. "Not officially. For a long time, it was just prejudice and fear. Families ostracized children, crowds ran mutants out of towns. Even when we tried to help, we were seen as part of the problem."

Shifting slightly, she still doesn't look at his face. "We saw it coming from a long way off, but when they finally passed the Registration law, everything changed. Mutants had to register with the government and anyone who resisted was a criminal. It wasn't a huge leap for governments to start putting restrictions on where we could go, what we could do. When they started putting the 'most dangerous' of us into camps, we ran."