Gee. Um, it looks like Devastate got a good reception. You wanted it, so here it is: Kurt's point of view. This is going to be a bit more difficult, so I have to see if I can pull it off. Again, let me reiterate the point that I'm not really looking for this to be 'safe'. This is proving a point, not demanding praise. I wrote Rogue because . . . Well, as she put it in Devastate, Mystique was a bitch. There's no getting around it. Kurt is going to hurt in this, because, despite everything, he forgave her. I don't mean Rogue, either.
Out,
Yukata Mizu Yosei
Disclaimer: At the end is a quote I borrowed from Don Henley's 'The End of the Innocence.' Good song, by the way. It's a nice accompaniment.
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DevastatedI couldn't save her.
Mystique, my mother . . .
I couldn't save her.
What Rogue did, I cannot forgive.
Rogue, I cannot forgive.
She, Mystique, was our mother!
Our mother.
Mystique was not only my mother, but Rogue's mother, too.
What Rogue did was wrong.
Mystique hurt her, I understand that, but does that justify murder?
That is what it was, too.
Rogue's actions, however justified, or unjustified, were murder.
Perhaps it was not premeditated.
I don't know.
Whatever the case . . .
I cannot look at Rogue, now.
I see the others, they flinch when she enters the room.
They should flinch.
For God's sake, she murdered someone!
Not just anyone, she killed her mother!
That is impossible to justify.
The bible says 'Thou shalt not kill', that we should 'honor thy father and thy mother.'
Rogue violated the faith, sinning twice.
That is, in itself, unforgivable.
I don't know my sister, Rogue, at all.
And, despite everything, Rogue is still my sister.
Blood or no.
What she did I cannot forgive, right now, but perhaps in the future . . ?
I don't know, not anymore.
I'm hurting, right now.
Everything I knew, it's starting to come undone, and I'm lost because of that.
I'm lost.
I thought I knew Rogue.
I honestly, truly, thought that I knew my sister.
I think everyone thought they knew her, could predict her.
The truth is, I don't think anyone ever knew her.
The truth is, she's starting to live up to her name and it frightens me.
Nothing has ever scared me more.
No matter how much I wish it, no matter how much everyone else wishes it, we can never go back to the way we were.
We can never go back to the people we were.
We can never go back to the way things were.
We can never back to the places we were.
In all truth, we can never go back.
Period.
And, as it has been claimed before and likely will again, this is the end.
This is the end of our innocence.
This is the end of the innocence.