It was the same, oddly enough, but there was more to it than that. Rogue didn't just hurt people, she killed them, she had killed so many while locked away in the place that had once been her home. Experiments to find out how her power worked so they could use it against her kind and those who helped them.

And then there was her fear of other people and what they could do to her. Yes, of course she understood that not all people were cruel at heart; she'd met so many baseline humans who had given their lives to help keep her and the others safe during the war, but that did little to ease the instinctual fear of what a crowd could do if they got it into their heads that she was a danger to them.

"I think I'll be alright here with small numbers, but out there..." Rogue shook her head and looked back up at that beautiful sky that wasn't real. How could it not be real?