Part of Rogue wished that she could have found a version of Remy in this world, that she could've seen him alive and happy with a family like he'd deserved. But it wasn't meant to be. With Remy, at least, she would never have the consolation of knowing that he was happy and safe, and that hurt something fierce.

"Anytime, sugar," she assured him, reaching up to lay her hand along his jaw. "Whenever you're ready, I'll go with you. I promise." She was in his corner, supporting him always.