Still a little off [ota]
While the mission with Wade was counted as a success, Rogue hoped to hell that they didn't use her for anything like that again. She understood how helpful it could be, she understood how much easier it was, but it was still her head and her mind and her feeling the strain of too many foreign memories. Carol always got louder when someone else sounded off in her head.
Rogue was still trying to get the Doctor and his knowledge pushed down. Having written everything she could into a notebook and passed it along to Miss Frost and Captain Sykes, Rogue was looking to forget everything she could about the experiments and the labs and all the fact that she killed yet another person with her powers.
The Doctor was the reason her hair was tied back, was the reason she was considering reading medical journals, was the reason she didn't hate chilli any more, was probably the reason she once again stole Rictor's iPod just to listen to his ridiculously peppy music.
Sitting on the bottom step of Lincoln House, Rogue flicked through the songs some more, trying to drown out the noise in her head with something else.
Rogue was still trying to get the Doctor and his knowledge pushed down. Having written everything she could into a notebook and passed it along to Miss Frost and Captain Sykes, Rogue was looking to forget everything she could about the experiments and the labs and all the fact that she killed yet another person with her powers.
The Doctor was the reason her hair was tied back, was the reason she was considering reading medical journals, was the reason she didn't hate chilli any more, was probably the reason she once again stole Rictor's iPod just to listen to his ridiculously peppy music.
Sitting on the bottom step of Lincoln House, Rogue flicked through the songs some more, trying to drown out the noise in her head with something else.