Three days passed and there was huge progress. She wasn't scared of going to class anymore, wasn't completely overwhelmed by the voices in her head nor were the nightmares nearly as heart stopping. She was getting used to them and wasn't completely unable to function anymore. In the beginning, the first time she had Erik's nightmare, she had been completely hysterical. It was being experimented on, it was the last vision of his mother, it was all the feelings, and the god damn certainty that she was Erik, living through it for the first time. Rogue had woken up screaming, all the metal in the room melting and turning floating around like a make-shift shield. It had been three days since Liberty Island, and Logan still hadn't woken up.

They had all tried to get through, but they hadn't been able to. Rogue didn't trust them, didn't actually see them; she saw the faceless scientists, the nazi soldiers, and Shaw and that fucking smile that made her insides quiver with sickness.

Next thing she knew, she was waking up in the medical lab, in a bed beside Logan, who had apparently woken up and hadn't left her side.

"Hey," he greeted. Logan was a fighter, she knows, and from his memories she knew that he had never looked so tired.

"Did I..." Rogue had swallowed, she remembers being incredibly nervous.

"You didn't hurt anybody. Wheels knocked you out," Logan answered, reading her mind. "What happened?"

"It's..." Traitorous tears manifested at the reminder and she looked up, doing her best to stop them. "The things they did to me... to Erik." A sobbed escaped her and it was the rush of emotion that she needed to explain herself. "I can always tell when I'm going through someone else's life. I can tell the difference. Even with yours, as intense as they are, you're in my head to let me know that everything is okay." Somehow, that had made Logan feel better and he had caressed her cheek, wiping away the tears, before quickly pulling away when the pull started. "But that... I was Erik, not Rogue or Marie. I was Erik Lensherr."

Logan said nothing, merely grabbing her gloved hand and using his thumb to caress the back of it. Finally, it looked like Marie finally managed to compose herself.

"Logan..." Rogue swallowed harshly, scared that her confession would be too much, but unable to hold it in. "I hate them so much. Humans are creatures of habit. They'll never accept us and even if they did, centuries from now, they'll just move on to the next thing to hate." Marie sounded old and angry.

"You're not Magneto," Logan stated easily.

"That doesn't mean he doesn't have a point," she retorted.

"It means that you get to prove him wrong," he said. Rogue stared at him for moment before turning away.

That didn't mean that his words hadn't hit home. Erik had his points, but after the play by play of his life, Rogue could recognize that some of the pivotal moments of his life were decisions made in rage and resentment. Despite his protests to the contrary, Erik was an emotional creature. He'd been burned one too many times to ever make decisions in favor of humans.

It had only been three days, but maybe, just maybe, she could get through this.

Yeah, I'm not dead. The threat of losing everything I've ever written on my laptop is quite the motivator.