Rogue frowned a little, more curious than anything.

"Th'only one ever called her Raven that I saw was Destiny. Irene Adler." The fondness and melancholy in Rogue's voice as she said the name was clear as day. In all the ways Mystique had failed her, Destiny never had.

"And no, she most certainly did not. Did her damnedest to bring me back 'home', shoulda been my first clue that she never really cared about me. He was th'only person in the world could help me. And he did, as much as he could. Much as anyone could. But all she saw was him stealin' away her best weapon." She twined her fingers together and snuck her clasped hands almost self-consciously under chin, gaze averting to the table top where the pieces were strewn across their board.

"Ah hate this game."