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She had decided to return to the Mansion some time ago. She stopped for a moment to look at the overwhelming sight of the building rising before her. It wasn’t the same. Nothing was the same. She wasn’t the same.
Rogue had crossed the threshold of the big oak doors for the first time years ago. Struggling to come to terms with her "gift", she soon realized the price she had to pay was much higher than most mutants’.
After she decided to take the cure, "Rogue" no longer existed. For once more she was "Marie". Not the one who was ostracized from her home for being someone – something – she never chose to be in the first place, but the one who had turned her back to her powers for a chance at something she thought she’d never be able to have. The one who was now a "coward" and a"traitor" to her kind and because of that, could no longer stay.
The day she closed the door behind her she was barely 19, leaving a place she once called home for the second time, once more trying to find her place in this world.
A few months later, life came to knock her feet off the ground, reminding her that you can run from yourself, hide from the world, pretend to be someone you ‘re not…but no matter what, you cannot deny nor change who you are underneath. A most important lesson painfully taught and well learned after the cure worn off.
When Marie left the X Mansion she was a young girl; after Logan disappeared without any intention of ever coming back, she had followed, leaving no sign or trace of where she was heading.
Everyone thought she was gone for good as well, though her closest friend – the only friend she had left – hoped otherwise.
Now, years later, a woman resembling only in the slightest way that young girl, was stepping into the grounds of the school. While she was getting closer, the people who knew her recognized her immediately…and not.
The person who once carried the names "Rogue" and "Marie" had returned; "Marie", or "Rogue" as they knew her, had not.
It was so strange. This woman who was coming towards their way seemed like she was crossing the gates for the first time – as if she had never stepped her foot here before. In a way, she hadn’t. Yet, her reappearance after all these years, her resurfacing after all the silence that filled her absence and the rising questions about her whereabouts seemed like a return…the return of someone she had been hiding underneath – under layers of clothes, fear and uncertainty; under all her pain.
The return of a warrior, carrying a sea of souls within.
