Different, but the same. Rogue didn't know if that was a good thing or not. If they were the same at heart, then what did he think of his world's Rogue? They weren't together, though they clearly had been at one point, so... she was ashamed at the way her thoughts wandered, wondering whether, had the circumstances allowed, they might have had a chance at something, It was silly, and not at all fair to him. She was so much less than his Rogue after what she'd been through, let alone the things she'd done.

There were no second chances at happiness for murderers.

"Thanks, sugar," she murmured, not knowing what else to say. Changing the subject, she inquired, "So, what were your big plans for the night before I barged in all uninvited?"