Rogue's initial reaction, after disgust, indignation, and fury had run their course, was exasperation.
Oh Lord, save me from self-pitying dramatic heroics.
And then she shut the book. Because she was sure, in a town like Mayberry in Space, there would be plenty of people to comfort this girl she only vaguely knew, plenty of people to tell her that she deserved a second chance because everyone deserved a second chance, and even a few people to tell her that she was a horrible, hideous excuse for a human being, and how dare she do something so genuinely wretched.
She didn't need to interact with this. She didn't need to deal with it.
But it bothered her.
It gnawed in the back of her mind, it aggravated her psyches, it bothered her. So she opened up the journal up the journal and she skimmed the other responses and Rogue found that she had something to offer after all.
She thought about making this anonymous. She wanted to make it anonymous. She didn't want to talk about it at all, but if she was going to do this, talk about something so private and personal, even if the other girl had felt the urge to be so blatant about this, it would only be fair to show her own face.
What's the worst that could happen? Everyone found out? She'd survived that before and she would again, if she had to. But she could, at the least, make it as private as she knew how.
Rogue sighed and started her message, "I don't go about makin' it my business to poke my nose into anyone else's. But since you decided to ya decided to use the journals like a public confessional, I figure you made it my business. The question is if you'll listen to what I've got to say."
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Oh Lord, save me from self-pitying dramatic heroics.
And then she shut the book. Because she was sure, in a town like Mayberry in Space, there would be plenty of people to comfort this girl she only vaguely knew, plenty of people to tell her that she deserved a second chance because everyone deserved a second chance, and even a few people to tell her that she was a horrible, hideous excuse for a human being, and how dare she do something so genuinely wretched.
She didn't need to interact with this. She didn't need to deal with it.
But it bothered her.
It gnawed in the back of her mind, it aggravated her psyches, it bothered her. So she opened up the journal up the journal and she skimmed the other responses and Rogue found that she had something to offer after all.
She thought about making this anonymous. She wanted to make it anonymous. She didn't want to talk about it at all, but if she was going to do this, talk about something so private and personal, even if the other girl had felt the urge to be so blatant about this, it would only be fair to show her own face.
What's the worst that could happen? Everyone found out? She'd survived that before and she would again, if she had to. But she could, at the least, make it as private as she knew how.
Rogue sighed and started her message, "I don't go about makin' it my business to poke my nose into anyone else's. But since you decided to ya decided to use the journals like a public confessional, I figure you made it my business. The question is if you'll listen to what I've got to say."