Once Rogue started to actually listen to Erik and try to understand him, she hadn't been able to blame him for his actions either. So many people only saw the villain out to conquer humanity, but very few ever looked beneath that surface to see the suffering he'd endured or the crimes against mutants that had led to such extreme measures. Erik hadn't started out wanting to fight, and he would have been happy to settle down and have the life and family he deserved, but there had never been a time or place safe enough to try. Eventually, he'd lost all hope for humanity, and it had taken the end of the entire world to get him and Charles working together again instead of against each other.
Watching Steve's reaction to her words, the heaviness that seemed to pull him down, she felt a little ashamed for having said so much about Erik during the war. Steve had been in Europe at the time, might have even seen some of the campus, and that wasn't something anyone liked having to think about. But he'd wanted to know about Erik, and that was a major factor of who Erik was, and it was certainly a large part of who she was now.
"I'm trying to believe that, too," she told him softly, wishing she could say that she did believe it. Unfortunately, that faith wavered on a regular basis, particularly when she remembered her own ordeals, but she was trying and did truly want to believe it. That had to count for something, right?
But she wanted him to understand why she'd told him what she had about Erik. There were certainly a number of other things she could have mentioned, his life was anything but dull. "Erik saved my life," she explained, reaching over to set a hand lightly on top of one of his on the edge of the counter. "While I was in that lab, more than anyone else, he helped me cope with what was happening. Reminded me that if I gave up fighting, I was letting them win, and I was stronger than that." Every day he had reminded her in between their endless conversations and mental games of chess. Remy and Logan had always echoed his words, but he had been the most forceful and effective.
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Watching Steve's reaction to her words, the heaviness that seemed to pull him down, she felt a little ashamed for having said so much about Erik during the war. Steve had been in Europe at the time, might have even seen some of the campus, and that wasn't something anyone liked having to think about. But he'd wanted to know about Erik, and that was a major factor of who Erik was, and it was certainly a large part of who she was now.
"I'm trying to believe that, too," she told him softly, wishing she could say that she did believe it. Unfortunately, that faith wavered on a regular basis, particularly when she remembered her own ordeals, but she was trying and did truly want to believe it. That had to count for something, right?
But she wanted him to understand why she'd told him what she had about Erik. There were certainly a number of other things she could have mentioned, his life was anything but dull. "Erik saved my life," she explained, reaching over to set a hand lightly on top of one of his on the edge of the counter. "While I was in that lab, more than anyone else, he helped me cope with what was happening. Reminded me that if I gave up fighting, I was letting them win, and I was stronger than that." Every day he had reminded her in between their endless conversations and mental games of chess. Remy and Logan had always echoed his words, but he had been the most forceful and effective.