Rogue had tried for months, years, to get back her control over her own mind, but every time she'd gotten close, they'd forced her to absorb new psyches. It had taken all her effort just to stay sane through it all, and the walls she'd constructed were flimsy at best and already starting to crumble. Being on the Hive would likely help with her ability to focus, but anything else... she just didn't know.

But if Victoria could help in any way, it might change everything. Hopefully for the better.

"I'm sorry I came back broken," she said sadly, the words laced with exhaustion. "That you have to deal with this. You don't deserve this."