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"You got Rogue. Keep it short and sweet."

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[lehnsherr]

Don't.

[the word comes out rougher than he'd like; misplaced anger being thrown in rogue's direction. he knows who's really to blame for her death. knows that he should have left magda alone. that, once nina was born, he should have run. if he hadn't have been there, then they wouldn't have tried to use his daughter against him. his family would still be alive.

(first his mother. then his wife, his daughter. who's next? who else has to die because of him?)

he pulls away from her grip without ceremony, continuing his trek towards the small clearing at the rear of the house as though nothing just happened. as far as he's concerned, it was a slip up, and something best ignored. he doesn't want to have to deal with it while someone else is around to see it.]

Wait here. I'll get the glasses.

[it's all he says before unlocking the door and heading in to find said glasses.]

[backwaterbelle]

[The harshness startles her, and she stiffens without recoiling, green eyes alert and focused on him, worried about the man she now considers a friend here. He's independent of the man she knows back home, but there's carryover in her heart and mind. Rogue hates seeing him this way, but she's also working quickly through the fact that he had a daughter who died young. Could this have been Wanda, or maybe Polaris?

It doesn't matter who, just that he's wrought with fresh pain due to the loss. She wants to help, desperately, but there's no fight when he pulls away. Pushing back when he's in one of these moods tends to drive him away more than help, and that's the last thing she desires.

Instead, her hand falls back by her side and she stands still a few moments to allow him a lead in distance, then she follows him with an easy pace, waiting where he requests. As he steps inside, her eyes do take in the clearing more fully, noting the beauty and peaceful nature of the area.]