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[touchofrogue]

[Okay, wow. Great job, Rogue. This was something that clearly still had its hooks in him, and she'd stepped in it. Rogue glanced away from the cliff to where he was retreating, the really, really creepy scientist side of the room.]

Alright. You're right. I don't.

[But she didn't leave it there - she stepped after him, following his bloody footprints.]

I just know what this place makes me feel - it makes me feel afraid. The kinda fear that makes me wanna curl up, or run. I don't need ta be in this space ta feel that kind of fear. I know it way too well for that.

[So, yes. She owned to fearing like this, owned it freely. He was showing her it, she wasn't going to hide it from him either.] An' I ain't gonna make any call on what ya should or shouldn't be ashamed of in your past. But I do know... [and now reaching up to take hold of his flickering shoulder, even from behind. If she can grasp on, she will, if not she will very carefully let her hand hover there while doing her best not to pass right through him.]

...whatever it is, or was, ya don't have ta face it alone. Lord knows, I've got my own sins. [Talk to her when you're a matricide, buddy.] An' I'd have drowned in them, if I'd been left alone. An' I'm tellin' ya now, you don't have ta be.

[cajunspice]

[There were sweet words, oh so nice and easy to cling onto, to believe they were real and that they would stay so.] Think ya would change ya mind on that if ya knew, [A hand came up to cover hers.] Just was 'xactly I had done. 'nd I that ain't a gamble 'm ready to take. [Then he really would be alone. True, they had shipmates and were getting new friends along the way, but there was certainly a connection with Rogue that Remy hadn't picked up with other people. Not even Luke or Jean back in Luceti, as close as he was to both of them.

Rogue was special, and he didn't want to lose that because of stupid mistakes he had done.

Turning back around to her and moving his arm so he could still hold onto her fingers in the motion, Remy sized her up, looking for the wear and tear this place caused, looking to see if she was able to handle the weight on it or needed some reprieve from it all. Depending on the signs, depending on how much strain the constant feeling in the air put pressure on her, Remy would gently lead her to the chair, if she would allow so.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue thinks Remy might be forgetting who she's dating. No matter what he's done, she's pretty sure it doesn't rank up to attempting to explode an entire planet. The past matters. The present matters more. It has to, or what's the point?

She let him cup her hand, stood just beside him and didn't flinch away.] I can respect that - I ain't gonna ask ya ta tell me anythin' ya ain't ready ta do. [At least, she wasn't right now.] But I ain't gonna take my offer back either. Your past matters, Remy. But so does your present, so does your tryin'. I really believe that. I have to.

[Or else there was no redemption, no hope for something like her. And she didn't believe that, not anymore.

She let him move her hand, hold her hand, met his gaze without flinching even though her heart was breaking for him, for his bloodstained face and broken mask...

And she didn't protest when he led her to the chair, her resilience under this kind of fear and pressure and loneliness having sadly been tested time and time again -- and she held firm. She didn't like the look of the chair, of the room, these kinds of places always frightened her.

But he wanted to show her it, and she had given him her word that he didn't have to be alone. So she slid up on the chair without hesitation.]

[cajunspice]

[The chair itself was lightly padded, enough that it was comfortable to take a seat on, but not one anyone would want to stay on for a prolong time, least they start feeling a stiffness and ache in their limbs.

Yet as she came in contact with the chair the overwhelming sense of fear and pain vanishes, lifting the weight off her form as if it was never there in the first place. It wasn't the type of relief that let someone relax and sink back into themselves. Something had to be done, there was no other choice. Determined, focused, an end goal. Hope. Even if it was only the smallest spark, there was hope.]

[touchofrogue]

[...okay, these feelings were unfamiliar in this combination. Determination and focus, suiting up for a job, yes. But not to just... submit, not mixed with hope of an 'end goal' in this way.

She glanced over at the ghost of Remy for a moment and then settled further back in the chair, as if waiting.]

[cajunspice]

[Would she remember any of this? Was there any real repercussions to this all? Remy wasn't sure, but for what he had shown to her so far, what he had hidden away in the dark little corner of his mind, the next words didn't seem so heavy.] It's how I got control of m' powers. I got my head cut open, messed 'round with, 'nd suddenly I wasn't a walkin' bomb 'nymore.

[There was less happiness than there should had been in his voice for someone who had gained control so easily.] Ain' sayin' it was the right choice, pretty damn sure it wasn't, but would do it again if I had the chance, only because there was no other option other than just waitin' for the day I exploded 'nd possibly took someone else out with me.

[touchofrogue]

[...oh. That was... oh.

Rogue shook off enough of the impression that she must sit to straighten up and extend a hand toward him.]

If I'd had that choice, can't say I wouldn't have done the same thing.

[Can't say she still wouldn't have. In a heartbeat.]

[cajunspice]

[A lot of touching, more so than Remy ever expected from her to him, but the fact she was going out of her comfort zone to firstly be here, in his little land of nightmares, and to try and reach out to him, it meant a lot. Taking her hand once again, he gave a shake of his head, and a touch of a sad smile.]

I know, but there be a lot of meanin' to the sayin' 'something too good to be true', I just found it out the hard way.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue squeezed his hand lightly and then released it.

She tried to get up out of the chair but found it... hard. She managed to brace her hands on the arms, managed to keep sitting up.]

What happened? Somethin' with your powers?

[cajunspice]

More the price I had to pay in return for control. [She may had let go of him, but Remy kept his hand out, but before he offered to help her up, he had to ask.] Ya sure ya want to move, the rest of the room be just the same once ya leave it.

[touchofrogue]

[She gave Remy a sad smile.]

Unless there's a way for ya ta cut open my head an' muck about, gettin' me control of my powers, then this... hope... ain't mine. An' I'd better get up.

[Or else facing what she had to do in order to get them to even be quiet would be far too difficult to face. She'd give him her hand again, if he would help her out.]

[cajunspice]

[Taking her hand and holding it for a moment, without moving to help her, Remy considered telling her. Sinister was still out there, maybe multiple versions of him (Remyu had seen the comic version from the comics he had hidden away in Luceti), there was a chance for her. For a price.]

What would ya be willin' to pay for that chance? [Remy asked before he gave her a tug to help her back to her feet.] 'nough to more or less be sellin' ya soul to the devil?

[touchofrogue]

[There were two very different answers to that question. She'd needed the boost up and now, in thought and due to the nature of the conversation, she didn't want to isolate him by removing her hand.]

Depends on if it's just my soul. [Very serious.] But these things don't tend ta work out that way. If it was just a price I had ta pay? I'm pretty sure I'd have paid it.

...but, the thing is, Remy... [She gave him a small smile, afraid to show anymore.] I think I am gettin' it. At least a little, at least in part.

[cajunspice]

What ya mean, Rogue, what ya get? [Giving up part of yourself for an end goal, even if you will regret it later? Hiding this kind of darkness away and trying to forget it ever existed? Or needing someone to share it with, and taking the risk it would still be ok in the end.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue bit her lip, not sure if she wanted to... to rain his parade, to show him this in the middle of his pain.

But he'd shown her this, done it on purpose. Shouldn't she offer him some in return?]

...I think I'm learnin' a little bit of control. For the part in my mind, anyway. So... if I can get it on my own, if it's even possible, then... maybe my answer would change. But if it ain't possible any other way, then... I get it. I do.

[Because she would do almost anything to get control.]

[cajunspice]

[Remy's concern and general annoyance and hatred for this place slowly leaked away, a soft smile replacing it as he reached a hand out to give her upper arm a squeeze.] Really? Merde, that great cherie.