Summary: Rogue goes to visit Magneto whiles he's in his plastic prison. Movieverse.

Rogue stood there being scanned for metal. She was visiting Magneto. She didn't understand why, but she had to.

In all honesty, she couldn't hate him. She should and she has good enough reason to. But she can't bring herself to hate this man.

She walks through the plastic hallway towards the small plastic box in which Erik Lensherr now resides. She didn't understand how he didn't go crazy. By now she would be insane, living in a small plastic box with no one to talk to, with the exception of very few visitors.

The door to his prison opened and she walked in. He sat there at a plastic table, reading a book, not even looking up at her. This bothered her, him not even seeming to notice her.

He slowly turned to look at her, his expression never changing. She didn't know if it ever did. But she knew it did, she remembered that night at the statue, he seemed so sorry for what he was doing, almost sad.

She felt bad for him, he had gone through a lot, he knew the way humans could be, and he didn't think that they would ever change. She had hope that they would. In her mind she knew that they wouldn't, but she prayed that they would.

She stood there staring at him, trying to find some sort of emotion in his eyes. She found none, and that scared her.

"I don't know why I'm here," she said. She had no clue what else to say. She hadn't even thought about that. He raised an eyebrow at her statement. "You mean Charles didn't send you?" he asked. "He doesn't know I'm here, probably wouldn't have let me come," she answered truthfully. She saw no reason to lie to him.

"I want to hate you," she said. Her eyes showing many emotions while his held none. "Don't you?" he asked. He talked like he knew what my answer would be. "No" she said. "And why is that?" he asked.

"Because of what they did to you," she answered looking down. "You hate them for a reason, I have none," she said. "If that had happened to me, I would hate them as well," she explained.

"I know you're right, they'll never accept us. They're too afraid of us to do that. But I have hope that they will, because what kind of a person would I be, if I didn't have hope," she said. She sounded as if she was trying to convince herself instead of him.

He nodded, again no emotion showing in his eyes.

"And I know that once I leave this room, we'll be enemies again, nothing can change that, but I want you to know that I don't blame you, and that you have every right to be the way you are. I know this cell won't hold you forever. I know that Mystique will find a way to get you out; I have no doubt about that. I just want you to know that just because of what you did to me, you didn't earn my hate," she said.

"Thank you," he said.

For the first time since she had walked into this plastic prison, she saw emotion clearly written on his face. Gratitude. And she was extremely happy that she had gotten all of that out. She couldn't have talked to the professor about this; he would've been worried about her, thought that Erik's psyche was controlling part of her mind.

She knew that he wasn't, she was too strong for any of the psyches to take over, and she wouldn't let that happen. Xavier would never believe her though, so she kept this t herself until today.

She smiled at her greatest enemy, the man who had almost killed her, who had left to white stripes in her hair to remind her of that, and left the room.