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"Bobby... Ah just wanted to say that Ah'm sorry... for
everythin' that happened to ya... everythin' Ah did to ya..."
Rogue's head was down as she spoke, her eyes instead focusing
on the cluster of rocks at her feet that she was kicking absently.
Bobby stared down at the ground as well, trying to avoid
her gaze. "S'okay," he finally murmured softly.
"It wasn't your fault, we all know that."
Rogue stopped kicking at the pebbles and turned her head
to look at Bobby. "But you don't believe that all the
way, do you? The way you're not talkin' to me if you can at
all get around it, the way you've been avoidin' me, the way
you're not lookin' at me now -- Everythin' but the words comin'
outta your mouth is tellin' me you still don't trust me."
"What do you expect, Rogue?" Bobby asked softly.
"Yeah, I know now what was really going on at the time.
I understand all that. But it doesn't make what happened go
He stood, shoving his hands into his pockets, and leaned
against a nearby tree. His back to Rogue, Bobby stared out
at the lake as he continued. "Do you have any idea how
it feels to be beaten practically to death by someone who's
supposed to be one of best friends? And while all your other
friends are cheering about it? Hell, even Hank was cheering
for you." Bobby's voice cracked. "Yeah... Hank and
I -- We're best buds.... yup."
Rogue felt hot tears sting her eyes, and she busied herself
with poking at the ground with a stick, hunching her back
as she tried not to look at Bobby.
After a long pause, he continued. "And you know what
the real kicker is?" He laughed shakily as he bent down
to pick a rock up off the ground. "When I was laying
there on the floor in the Danger Room, with Hank and Cece
standing over me, I saw my life flash in front of my eyes.
And you know what I saw?" He hurled the rock toward the
lake and bent down to pick up another. "Absolutely nothing.
For the second time in like the past year, it's been shoved
in my face that my life has been totally worthless."
He tossed another rock into the lake. "Yep. 'Bobbo the
Shoulders slumped, he leaned against a tree for support.
Biting her lip, Rogue stood and approached Bobby. Tentatively
, she placed a hand on Bobby's hunched shoulders. Bobby shrugged
it off and walked down to the dock.
Tense, they maintained an uneasy silence for some time as
Bobby stared out at the water and Rogue tried to avoid staring
at his back. Finally, he turned around toward her, his face
flushed but his expression stony and unreadable.
"Look, Rogue... It's not that I hate you or anything,
'cause I don't... I'm just... you know..."
Rogue closed her eyes and nodded her head. Bobby put his
hands in his pockets and strode past Rogue toward the Mansion.
"Bobby?" Rogue said softly.
"Yeah?" He stopped still for a moment, just uphill
from where Rogue stood, her back to him.
"If you ever... you know... Ah'm here..."
Bobby looked uphill toward the mansion. "Yeah... I know..."
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