Remy started slowly, talking about how he felt when Rogue had just dropped
him and left him in Antarctica.
"I almost wished that I had died from the fall, chere." He said. "Watching you and the others just flying off without me, leaving me there to die like that." He ignored the look on Rogue's face, looking down at Kurt instead.
"There was nothing to eat there either, unless you counted the goddamn snow." He said. "I got lucky on the fourth day and got a snow hare, but I had to try and save that meat for a very long time. After that, I was eating the snow, dirt and all.
"Do you know how much I hate you for doing that to me? I despise you for that and almost wish I could send YOU to goddamn Antarctica for a few weeks to see how it felt.
"But I'm not allowed to hate you. I'm not allowed to hate you, Warren, and the others who were there that day who didn't turn around and pick me up. You're allowed to hate me and leave me to die, but God forbid I hold a grudge against you, Rogue. Old Remy's supposed to forgive and forget because he's the one who caused so much pain and suffering to the others...Like I had that in mind when I made that deal with Sinister!
"That's another thing that's been really pissing me off, Rogue." He said, narrowing his eyes, still looking down. "People like Warren...looking at me and almost expecting me to turn on you guys. I'm not a turncoat damn it! I didn't know what were his plans! No one believes me!"
Remy banged his fist on a table top, closing his eyes tightly as he fought back tears.
"I can't stand not being trusted, Rogue." He said, his voice cracking. "I hate looking around and seeing the looks in some of their eyes, all of them saying I'm a traitor. Sometimes, I catch Jean trying to break through my mental defenses! Jean keeps trying to get through, Rogue! She and the Professor never picked through our minds like that before!"
The tears finally came at some point, and Remy ignored them, continuing to tell Rogue all of the emotions and feelings he had ever since he returned from Antarctica. All of the emotions that he had been holding back for months seemed to pour as freely as water from his lips, matching the tears that flowed down his cheeks.
When Remy was done, it was Rogue's turn to speak.
"I almost wished that I had died from the fall, chere." He said. "Watching you and the others just flying off without me, leaving me there to die like that." He ignored the look on Rogue's face, looking down at Kurt instead.
"There was nothing to eat there either, unless you counted the goddamn snow." He said. "I got lucky on the fourth day and got a snow hare, but I had to try and save that meat for a very long time. After that, I was eating the snow, dirt and all.
"Do you know how much I hate you for doing that to me? I despise you for that and almost wish I could send YOU to goddamn Antarctica for a few weeks to see how it felt.
"But I'm not allowed to hate you. I'm not allowed to hate you, Warren, and the others who were there that day who didn't turn around and pick me up. You're allowed to hate me and leave me to die, but God forbid I hold a grudge against you, Rogue. Old Remy's supposed to forgive and forget because he's the one who caused so much pain and suffering to the others...Like I had that in mind when I made that deal with Sinister!
"That's another thing that's been really pissing me off, Rogue." He said, narrowing his eyes, still looking down. "People like Warren...looking at me and almost expecting me to turn on you guys. I'm not a turncoat damn it! I didn't know what were his plans! No one believes me!"
Remy banged his fist on a table top, closing his eyes tightly as he fought back tears.
"I can't stand not being trusted, Rogue." He said, his voice cracking. "I hate looking around and seeing the looks in some of their eyes, all of them saying I'm a traitor. Sometimes, I catch Jean trying to break through my mental defenses! Jean keeps trying to get through, Rogue! She and the Professor never picked through our minds like that before!"
The tears finally came at some point, and Remy ignored them, continuing to tell Rogue all of the emotions and feelings he had ever since he returned from Antarctica. All of the emotions that he had been holding back for months seemed to pour as freely as water from his lips, matching the tears that flowed down his cheeks.
When Remy was done, it was Rogue's turn to speak.