[for Rogue]

De days've been dragging on like dey always do, but it ain't de same as it used to be. Tough enough to get by in dis place under de best of circumstances, but when one of de only things dat makes it bearable has been MIA for weeks, it wears on a guy. Not dat I blame Rogue for steering clear, of course. Merde, I was pretty grateful for a while, but no matter how bad facing her might be after everyt'ing dat's gone on, what we got now is worse.

Wish it hadn't taken me so long to figure dat out. When I finally do, though, I start keepin' my eyes peeled and it don't take long before she crosses my path and I quit playing along wit' her little game of hide-and-hope-nobody's-dumb-enough-to-seek.

"Hey, chère. Where you off to?"