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Ororo followed Rogue over to the table, stopping only to pour her a cup of coffee and take the sugar and creamer from where they sat on the counter. She nodded along while Rogue spoke, gave her a sympathetic smile for her dye troubles (her own hair, as blank a slate as it is, did not take to dye too well either), but did not say anything noteworthy yet. She figured it was best to let the younger girl finish saying everything she needed to say before she would add her two cents.

"And what did he have in mind?" She set the cup of coffee before Rogue with a businesslike click and took the seat next adjacent to hers.

[touchofrogue]

"He said it was the simplest way. I'm guessin' it was some kind of... shape-shifting or transformation. But in order ta do that, first he had to..."

She glanced down at the table. Saying it out loud made her feel ashamed that she'd let it happen. It had seemed pragmatic at the time. It had seemed important. But now she was admitting that she'd stood there and let a god of lies who'd been responsible for hundreds of deaths on earth...

"...touch my hair. He said he couldn't change something he didn't know."

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Ororo sat straighter, a little alarmed at what that implied. As far as she knew, Rogue's powers did not come into play if one touched her hair - but that didn't mean anything. He could have slipped, accidentally touched her forehead... Did she absorb him? How long ago did this happen? Who was she talking to, did Rogue have his psyche in her mind now?

She put a lid on her questions for now, knowing that they would only confuse the situation further. She does, however, put her hand over Rogue's gloved one in concern.

"Did he, touch you...?"

[touchofrogue]

"I know it wasn't smart. And I could have said no."

She turned her hand up, grasping Ororo's in return for a moment.

"But it didn't feel right. So I warned him not ta touch my skin an' then..."

She trailed off. And after a moment, she withdrew her hand. She felt small and ashamed and sick.

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That pause doesn't bode well at all, and sent all sorts of worried alarm bells through Ororo's mind. She can see that Rogue needed to take her time with this, but she can't help but worry more if she words things like that.

"And then, Rogue?" She asked, gently. "It's all right, you can tell me. And then I will help you. Just like always." She gave her a reassuring smile.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue shrugged. It was a pathetically resigned movement, far more fluid and loose than her usual control. "He did some magic."

How many times had she wished for a cure? For something magic to take this whole thing away? For something that would let her be a person, a normal person, not a walking Venus flytrap.

"It took him less than five seconds. He protected his hands somehow, so that when he touched me by accident - nothin' happened."

Nothing at all.

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"Nothing happened?" Ororo had to repeat that, as strange of an occurrence as it was. "And you're sure of this? That he didn't do anything else when he touched you for this... illusion?"

[touchofrogue]

Suddenly afraid, Rogue looked up at Ororo, "Why? What do you think he did?"

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Ororo clasped her hands together. "I am not saying he did anything. But my knowledge of Norse mythology is shaky at best; all I know of Loki, the god of mischief, is that he is capable of a great many spells and magic. Often for his own gain, or to start... mischief, as his title implies."

[touchofrogue]

She glanced down and spoke slowly, "Ororo, he offered me a truce. I don't think he broke it. I think I'd know if someone was messin' in my mind, after the wall the Professor put up. An' I don't... feel any different."

She shook her head. No, it had been too personal. He'd offered her a truce. But then, she'd been fooled before, and trusting the god of lies to honor something was as foolish as turning her back to Mystique, but...

"The truce felt real."

But she remembered how scared she'd been, after it was all said and done, realizing that he'd offered a truce and broken it off. Time might have shaken her surety, especially in the light of her spotted history when it came to mind control and trust, but... she had to trust her own impressions, at least, or else what did she have?

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Ororo was silent a few moments, mulling over Rogue's words carefully. Finally, she nods, conceding that Rogue knew her mind better than anyone else, despite all the psyches she had with her. Still.

"If you say so. I trust your judgment, Rogue - it is just. Well, one can't be too careful here in Luceti, especially if what we have heard of Loki as any truth to it all."

She gave Rogue a concerned glance. "How do you feel?" Physically she was all right, but Ororo knew that this must have been quite a stressful ordeal for her.

[touchofrogue]

"Shaken," she admitted quietly, glancing down. "I had ta put it past me there, but people don't just... touch me. I can't afford ta let 'em, even if they would."

An expression of pain and self-contempt crossed her face, "An' of all the people who could do it without gettin' hurt, it has ta be him? When Tony was countin' on me ta find a way to take care of things if it all went south? An' he did it so quickly."

All I've ever wanted... from a man who's more of a monster than I am. What does that say about me?