He ripped the last of the meat away from some cold chicken rummaged from the fridge. It may have been from before the draft. But after so long without eating, he was far from picky. He was about to down it with some beer when Rogue showed up.

There was a brief image that flashed in his mind. An expression of shock, pain, and betrayal written all over her face. Along with a sound. A sickening sound of flesh being cut through, easily and instantly.

His entire body tensed for a moment.

"Hey, kid."