Good Versus Evil
For Rogue, the line between Good and Bad had always been rather smudged. She knew in her heart when something was wrong, but there was always more than one side to every story. She liked to believe that everyone had some good in them; after all, if she absorbed them she knew everything and it was hard to label someone as evil once you had seen inside of their soul and understood all of their thoughts and feelings. It made her different than the other X-Men who truly believed that theirs was the only way.
This was how she came to sit in a cafe across from Remy Lebeau, watching him watch her while he shuffled his deck of cards with one hand, the other tracing her palm through her gloves. He was handsome, experienced, powerful, and, she was beginning to believe, the only person she had ever met who was truly evil.