How many humans... She had fought alongside humans as well, helped to protect the ones who agreed that mutants were people deserving of the right to exist and not be hunted and feared. She mourned as those humans were killed in battle, as they were taken to the camps alongside her mutant brethren, as they were slaughtered because unlike mutants they weren't useful enough to keep alive.

Rogue clenched her hands at her sides, letting him go, waiting and debating with herself, and then finally hurried after him, leaving behind a shocked group of night shifters. "I know that humans are capable of loyalty," she informed him, her tone strong and intense but lacking the anger from earlier. "And compassion, and trust. I worked with humans in the war, good people who had my back. They gave their lives to protect us, to give us another day of freedom."

Tears stung at her eyes and she finally realized herself that there was something else at the root of her unease in Atlantis, in addition to the innate fear and mistrust. "I've lost too many people." Everyone she'd ever known now. "I can't lose anyone else."