Rogue truly wished she could stay here on this hive, with Todd. She was beginning to understand things here, and she understood him. He was so very like Erik, willing to do whatever it took to make sure his species survived, and she respected that and understood just how far that meant things might be taken. Erik had been willing to kill every human who would do the same to mutants, and while she once would have seen that as being monstrous, now she realized that such an approach might have saved billions of lives. Not that she was condoning genocide, but... things weren't always black and white. Her world was filled with grey now, and grey was a good fit for Todd.

She didn't say anything further on the matter, instead taking a moment to properly wash her hair, recalling the times Remy had done it for her when they'd 'shared' a bath. More bittersweet memories that she wouldn't trade for the world, especially when his own recollection of those events surfaced to match with hers. He'd loved her with the same passion she'd felt for him, and he'd never felt resentment toward her for the difficulties placed upon their relationship by her mutation. He'd done more for her self-confidence than a thousand therapists could have.