It did mean something rather different to her than it did to him, but there was an intention there that softened the words themselves. He would do what it took to get her through this, even if it meant going that far. In a way, it was oddly comforting knowing that he wouldn't back down even in the face of such an extreme measure. And really, something told her that this far into the future, a broken bone wasn't likely to slow anyone down for very long. Either way, she'd been through a hell of a lot worse.

She hadn't understood what he had been doing at the console, but the pieces were starting to come together. Turning off the power in the area, having to use what appeared to be a manual way of opening the door - he'd been rather thorough.

When they entered the black, Rogue couldn't stop the panic that rose in her chest. Memories clung to her like fog, recollections of waiting in the dark, seeing the lights of the sentinels coming out of nowhere, watching them tear about homes and take away the people who meant the most to her. It didn't matter that most of them weren't her own, she still had to concentrate on keeping her breathing steady while taking one step after another, matching his speed and following carefully as he led the way.