Rogue stands at the edge of the Xavier Institute’s training grounds at dawn, the first rays of sunlight glinting off the morning dew. She removes her gloves and gazes at her hands, contemplating the weight of her powers and responsibilities.
Mornin', sugah. I know what you're thinkin'. Where’s that ol’ Southern drawl, right? Spent some time up North, tryin' to blend in. Hard to lose who you are, though... kinda like how we can’t outrun what’s comin'. We got a mission ahead.
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