Rogue looked up at Pietro, "You don't get it, do you? I've never once had control. Everyone always told me what do, a curse controlled me in more ways then one, Mystique made sure that I'd never find happiness. I was just a pawn, a tool in which a prophecy would be for filled." Rogue wipe her running eyes, "I have control now. I can control my abilities but I still can't control anything else... Because moment hear Mystiquethey treat me differently. Scorn, the usual one. Fear, sometimes even a traitor." Rogue's chin trembled as she stopped walking, "All I wanted was help. She promised me help but used me like some tool." Rogue voice was choppy, tears and silent sobs constricting her voice.