For Rogue, his story was just another day on the job, another notation in the book of strange things she'd encountered in her life. It was science, something that made sense even when she couldn't understand the details. But this world wasn't as strange as her own, there wasn't the same level of exposure to things like the multiverse, and she'd been so afraid... But he believed her. He'd said so, and she didn't doubt him.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, letting her eyes close as she savored that touch that he offered so freely, having no idea just how much it really meant to her. Sitting there on that bench with him forever seemed like a perfectly viable option at that moment, especially when he said her name again, her real name. Rogue. But they weren't even close to the end yet.
"Thank you," she told him so softly that the words almost didn't exist. A deep breath, and another dive into her story. "The normal humans in my world, most of them were afraid of us. They hated us, and there were decades of conflict. Eventually, laws were put in place and we were... We were rounded up, hunted, and put in camps. My team tried to stop it, we fought back, but... it wasn't enough."
It was her left hand that he was holding, and she didn't let go of him as she turned their hands enough to have her left forearm facing up. It took just a little tugging at her sleeve and then the tattoo was revealed, thin blue letters and numbers reading M4827. The two inches of her skin that she hated the most. "I arrived in this world three months ago, after spending three years being studied in a lab." Studied, because it sounded so much better than tortured.
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She leaned her head against his shoulder, letting her eyes close as she savored that touch that he offered so freely, having no idea just how much it really meant to her. Sitting there on that bench with him forever seemed like a perfectly viable option at that moment, especially when he said her name again, her real name. Rogue. But they weren't even close to the end yet.
"Thank you," she told him so softly that the words almost didn't exist. A deep breath, and another dive into her story. "The normal humans in my world, most of them were afraid of us. They hated us, and there were decades of conflict. Eventually, laws were put in place and we were... We were rounded up, hunted, and put in camps. My team tried to stop it, we fought back, but... it wasn't enough."
It was her left hand that he was holding, and she didn't let go of him as she turned their hands enough to have her left forearm facing up. It took just a little tugging at her sleeve and then the tattoo was revealed, thin blue letters and numbers reading M4827. The two inches of her skin that she hated the most. "I arrived in this world three months ago, after spending three years being studied in a lab." Studied, because it sounded so much better than tortured.