[ her muscles relax as he speaks, and her emeralds holds to his blues so he could continue to keep focus and his breathing. despite how things ended with them and her decision, rogue is not the kind to leave anyone who needs her — especially magneto. she still cares deeply about the man, after all, and witnessing him sacrificing himself pained her just as much as remy's. the woman shakes her head, a wordless response that no, not everyone died that night. people did live through the genocide, even though... those were in small numbers. ]

A fancy paradise called Aldrip. But I declare the spit and shine of this place is all smoke and mirrors.

[ cautiously, she removes one of her gloves and extends out her hand to him — giving him the choice whether he is ready for any physical contact or not. ]

Lemme help ya up, Sugah. I ain't got the full land of the world, but I know where we can simmer down and sit for a spell.