Remy was back home in New Orleans, where he belonged he figured. His father was a bit surprised with his son coming back to the Thieves Guild, but he didn't push the issue, seeing that his son was obviously upset about something that had happened over in New York.

Remy was slipping up with basic thefts, however. He was walking the streets, with a mission of taking a guy's wallet. It turned out that the man had a chain on his wallet.

Normally, a chain on a wallet wouldn't stop Remy. He could take the wallet chain and all, or simply take the wallet and leave the person with nothing but a chain in his pocket.

When Remy went for the snatch, he ended up pulling on the wallet, tugging on the chain and alerting the attempted victim of the attempted theft. Remy was forced to let go and run, throwing two cards at a police officer who almost caught up to him.

Remy just wasn't the same, and he blamed Rogue for that with all of his heart. If she had just listened to what he had said, instead of brushing it off the way she did, he wouldn't be here right now, messing up simple theft jobs!

He hated her; that much was certain. He hated her with a burning passion and he would die happy if he never saw her face again.

At least, that's what he said when he was drinking with his friends.

When Remy was sober though, things were completely different.

Sometimes, late at night, his father could hear him sobbing in his room, whispering Rogue's name over and over again.

When he was sober, he wanted to talk to her so badly. He wanted to hold her again and make everything better. He wanted things to be like they were before the Morlock Massacre and Antarctica.

He just...wanted Rogue back.