How much can a person take before they break? When you're taught all your life not to feel, not to care. Not to give a damn but anyone but yourself.
When you take that chance just once, some could say you get a piece of yourself back. A piece of yourself that you'd forgotten had existed.
Then when you're left without it, you begin to bury the way it had made you feel, you begin to forget exactly what that feeling feels like.
Pent up anger, betrayal, hurt. To many swirls of emotions at once. Countless days of no sleep, one to many Badsiders. Emotions you're not supposed to let get to you. Was Pandora's Box overfilled?
"Remember Rogue, emotions can get you killed. Never feel. Never let them see they hurt you, never. In any way shape or form Rogue."
And that's what she'd done for most of her life, except for that short period when she'd dared to let herself feel, dared to let herself face her one true fear. Then it was gone and she was left with that emptiness again...but somehow she never let herself regret it, never let herself deal with it.
"Hurt them before they hurt you Rogue. That's the key to life. Never let anyone get close. If you let'em get close, you show that you're weak."
The voice of the man that'd raised her since she was a little girl on his doorstep rang through her head as she walked from the Red Dragon Inn that night. She was humiliated, embarassed and ashamed of herself. She wasn't supposed to care. She wasn't supposed to let what they'd said get to her. Not to the degree that she'd let it. She stopped about ten feet away from the Kitchen's back door and looked up to the sky, hands shoved into her pockets.
When you take that chance just once, some could say you get a piece of yourself back. A piece of yourself that you'd forgotten had existed.
Then when you're left without it, you begin to bury the way it had made you feel, you begin to forget exactly what that feeling feels like.
Pent up anger, betrayal, hurt. To many swirls of emotions at once. Countless days of no sleep, one to many Badsiders. Emotions you're not supposed to let get to you. Was Pandora's Box overfilled?
"Remember Rogue, emotions can get you killed. Never feel. Never let them see they hurt you, never. In any way shape or form Rogue."
And that's what she'd done for most of her life, except for that short period when she'd dared to let herself feel, dared to let herself face her one true fear. Then it was gone and she was left with that emptiness again...but somehow she never let herself regret it, never let herself deal with it.
"Hurt them before they hurt you Rogue. That's the key to life. Never let anyone get close. If you let'em get close, you show that you're weak."
The voice of the man that'd raised her since she was a little girl on his doorstep rang through her head as she walked from the Red Dragon Inn that night. She was humiliated, embarassed and ashamed of herself. She wasn't supposed to care. She wasn't supposed to let what they'd said get to her. Not to the degree that she'd let it. She stopped about ten feet away from the Kitchen's back door and looked up to the sky, hands shoved into her pockets.