On a better day, Rogue wouldn't have been anywhere near as emotional as she was at present, and in retrospect she would be a little appalled at the way she'd behaved. She'd spent so many years learning how to be strong, both physically and mentally, but the war had broken all of that down and left her with nothing but a crumbled foundation upon which to build upon again.

It took a few tries for her to piece together his meaning, and when it finally hit her, she could barely breathe. "This isn't my timeline," she concluded in a hushed voice. She took a shuddering breath and hung her head. "I knew that seemed too easy." That should have been her first clue, really. After what she'd done, she didn't deserve for anything to ever be easy.