"Don't- That's not-" Rogue bit the sentence off and shook her head.

"Doesn't matter how many rounds you go hurtin' each other, when it's said 'n done you're all worse off. She... We're both responsible, but it's over. She came at me where it hurt the most, same as I did her. Pulled you in, pulled Cody in, got Candra involved- It may seem a hard thing t'fathom, but believe me. Me 'n her, we're just about square."

She dug her fingertips into the place Bella had driven that knife, the place in her shoulder that miraculously didn't bear a scar, focusing hard to push the ache and the memory into submission. She didn't have it in her to give Remy the blow-by-blow of their time in the South together. It was messy, and wasn't as pressing as the rest of what had happened. She knew that in her gut.

"I can't remember," she murmured, closing her eyes and frowning.

"What happened next."