Rogue recoiled slightly, blinking a few times, blindsided.

"What- What?" she said. "No, Jamie, you're not-"

He's dying back there, isn't he?

That was ridiculous.

"You're not listening t'me," she bit out, irritated. "Wolverine relies-" Adamantium poisoning.

"Has always relied more than anythin' on his senses, 'n there's no way of tellin' this from what's real. If he figures out that somone- something, the island is messing with his senses he will go berserk, and he will kill someone, and he will not even know it. He can't...""

Dying?

"He can't... can't find out..." She was frowning, at the well polished hardwood floor. She was utterly and perfectly still as the knowledge settled in and her eyes turned a brighter, liquid green.

"Why didn't I know that," she said, forgetting to blink until the tears became too heavy to stick to her lashes and started to slide down her cheeks.

"I should have realized that on my own. How..." Her expression broke and she clamped one gloved hand over her mouth.