I suck in a surprised breath at dat, and all of a sudden, she ain't de only one wit' a part of herself telling her to run. It's tough to remember dat I'm de one who should be trying to keep control right now in de face of what's knocking at her subconscious, but it's not like I didn't already know she had some version of Sabretooth rearranging furniture in dere already.

"Non," I say, harsher den I mean to, pushing smoothly up to my feet and keeping close, putting myself right in her line of vision. Of all de memories to threaten to come up, dis is one I can't let her grab hold of. "No one's here, it's all in your head. Trust me, Rogue."

Even though you got no real cause to.