Rogue didn't move for a moment, then ducked her head and nodded. She swallowed, clamping down on her breath, wholly unwilling to let herself so much as tear up. It was difficult.

"'m sorry," she whispered. "This shouldn't even- it wouldn't even be in mah head if Ah coulda just-"

She sank back against the wall and turned her face away so she could make a go at wiping away the traitorous tears that were trying to roll down her cheeks. It meant she had to take her hand away from Remy's, and she tried to think of it as not a meaningful gesture in any way.

"Things were endin' so fast 'n we couldn't- we'd failed, the X-Men had failed, we couldn't stop what was happenin' 'n Ah just..." She covered her face with one hand for a moment until she realized she wasn't going to be getting her composure back. She slid it behind her neck, knees drawing up, folding into herself protectively, and tried her hardest to manage an apologetic, sad sort of smile.

"Ah just couldn't stand the thought of dyin' without ever havin' touched you. I'm sorry."