[The mention of there only being a handful of them, a handful of their people, left alive remains an open, painful wound that Rogue will eternally know and feel. Between persecution, Wanda, and most recently the Terrigen mists, she's tired of watching her people suffer and die for merely existing as nature made them.
There's only a few moments where she considers that touching him might make things worse, but she knows that look. She's been that look, and she wants to be supportive. It's evident that his actions have ostracized him from those he cares about, something that doesn't surprise her despite causing her heart to ache, but he's clearly suffering from those choices.
With the fluidity of confidence, she slips her hand over to rest on his shoulder, gently squeezing it.]
Do not dismiss the resiliency of our kind so easily, nor the stubbornness.
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There's only a few moments where she considers that touching him might make things worse, but she knows that look. She's been that look, and she wants to be supportive. It's evident that his actions have ostracized him from those he cares about, something that doesn't surprise her despite causing her heart to ache, but he's clearly suffering from those choices.
With the fluidity of confidence, she slips her hand over to rest on his shoulder, gently squeezing it.]
Do not dismiss the resiliency of our kind so easily, nor the stubbornness.