I know I should be answering him, saving de shock for when I'm alone, but it's too much. Rogue's dead to de world in my arms, visions of death in her head, screaming and blood and pathetic apologies and a scared little pink-haired girl who just couldn't understand, and it's just... too much. Maybe it was stupid, but I honestly thought I'd managed to leave all dat behind me. Shoulda known better, ain't no such t'ing as a blank slate.

"She's uh, she's got a room in de basement," I finally say, playing through de muddle if not pushing it aside just yet. "If you t'ink dat's best, doc."