[id: edit of Rogue and Gambit from Marvel. Rogue is holding Gambit in her arms and she is looking at him fondly. Gambit looks dazed and he is gently touching her face. The background is pink and overlaid on it are various circles and sparkles. /end id]
No. You.. you ain't.. real neither. Can't be. Too beautiful.
It's me, Sugah. Your Rogue. Ah'm real. And Ah'm here. When Betsy and Rachel restored ya, Mr. M opened the Siege..and I was waiting to be the first through to see you. Dead or Alive
A hero with a broken sword. An Iron Fist with broken hands. Two impossible sources of power waging war inside my body. But in this moment, I realize my mistake - and I feel them shift into alignment. I don’t have to choose between these two identities. I’m both.
“She’s extraordinary. She has terrible taste in cookies. She loves dogs. She’s brave and beautiful. She never stops asking questions. She never stops me from asking questions either.”