He'd died to save her and that was something she'd never been able to move past. Some part of Rogue would always feel responsible for Remy's death, even after years of listening to his psyche firmly explain that wasn't what had happened. He felt guilty as well, wishing he'd been there to get her out of that lab, and it was a vicious circle of self-blame that would never stop -- because he was gone.

Shaking her head firmly, she kept her gaze on the elevator doors as she informed him, "That doesn't make it fair to you." There was a quiet ding as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened; she didn't hesitate to step forward, leaving the moment behind.