"You're right," she acknowledged, resolving to do as he'd said. When they had more answers about the ship, then she could resume the hours of worrying and being terrified of losing the only home she had left. Until then, she just had to take it one day at a time.

Rogue felt a bit of that homesickness every day, despite the life she'd managed to create in this dimension. The only thing was, as much as she missed the world she'd come from, nothing would ever be the same there. The world she'd loved was gone, on the verge of complete and utter destruction because of the monsters in power - humans who would rather see a building burn and crumble than let the mutant inside live, even if that building was full of priceless cultural treasures like the Louvre.

As strange as a hive ship was for a human, this one truly had become her home. She enjoyed the challenge of learning her way through the ship, studying the strange organic structures that formed furniture and shelving, and she'd even gotten used to the low lighting that had previously strained her eyes. But what really made it home were the wraith on board, her mate and her students. She would miss them more than anything.