"You don't make it worse," he told her quietly, gazing at her as she stared at her hands. "Rogue... what we have-- what we had," he corrected, the past tense feeling thick on his tongue, "was real. And yeah, sometimes remembering what we had... it hurts. But when it comes to you, I've always thought the pain was worth it. And it is."
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