That walk in the park was the most peaceful Rogue had felt in years. There were people around, with green lush life everywhere, the exact opposite of the world she'd left behind. And she wasn't alone; there was a charming man she was very quickly falling head over heels for holding her arm, making her feel special and cared for with just that simple act.

Some part of her felt that peaceful walk was over far too soon, that she should ask for time to have this before risking the end of it all. But she needed to do this, to share with him so he could make that decision on his own. So when he nodded toward the bench, offering her the chance, she gave him a smile and moved over to sit.

She didn't let go of him when they sat, just slid her hand down his arm to wrap her fingers around his. His hand was bigger than hers, and there was something comforting in that that she couldn't explain.

Where to start? Taking a deep breath, she decided to start almost at the beginning, keeping her voice low despite their seclusion. "For the past fifteen years, only a few people have known me as Marie. My name was Rogue, and I was an X-Man. A superhero." There was a sadness in her words that she didn't even try to disguise - he had to know this wasn't the happiest story.