Have you ever wondered why you are the way you are?
Professor Xavier wasn't the only one who saw things through Apocalypse. I too, had visions. But not of what I could call "the future". There's no way what remains of our world turns into that... It turns out there were a lot of different me's. Of all of us. All unique and canon in their reality.
There was the green and yellow me. She wore a stylish cropped leather jacket and a skin tight green and yellow uniform underneath. Bright. Loud. Everything I'm not. Like a field of yellow daisies I'd crash onto the scene. She wasn't modest in real life. She wore shorts, and dresses, and bright colors all the time. Oh, and big hair.
She lit up every room and if you didn't know she was incapable of human touch you'd never guess. She just cried to herself at night about it. I was best friends with Storm, Logan, and Jean Grey. Jean Grey. We've had our moments but there have always been times she was the first person by my side when I was hurt or my powers malfunctioned. We both cared about Scott, so it made getting along easy enough.
In that reality we were close. Real close. I was closer to Jean than I was to the Scott in that reality. And I was always in a turbulent affair with Gumbo. Till the end of time.
In another I wasn't Rogue, I was the Reaper. I was never with the X-Men. Jean's manifestation of the Phoenix leveled Albany and was regarded as a "terrorist attack launched by mutants". Mutants are hunted into near extinction. Erik chose me to record mutants last thoughts, last words with my powers. To be their living will and testament. That's the only way I met Remy in that one.
There was even a time line where I married Magneto. Bared his children.
I was strong. I was brave. I was rambunctious. I was sexy. All of these things that this me isn't. Maybe I'm not like that because that Rogue is. I know none of these are my future because I saw my future. I took my gloves off and I fly but I'm still the same me. Cold. Suspicious. Pessimistic. I could tell all that just by my demeanor in this glimpse. In none of these other times I had as close of a proximity to Scott. We were friends, teammates or even adversaries at times. Only here. In this world where I'm still a teenager trying to make sense of things is he of any true importance to me and vice versa.
I don't know if it comforts me or it makes me sad knowing there are infinite amounts of me's going through the same thing everyday.
What I do know is I would pick this 'me' every time. Hands down.
And maybe a certain One-Eye has to do with it.