Rogue had known things would change. How could they not?
She'd run away (for the third time, if anyone was counting).
She'd missed the war (but fought one within herself).
She'd taken the Cure (despite other's claims that mutations weren't a disease).
She'd done it all and gone back to school with her head held high. She had it all planned out; how strong she'd be, how proud. She expected resentment from her classmates, narrowed eyes and whispers of "traitor" behind her back. She hadn't expected them to understand.
In each face she passed in the hallway, all her friends and teachers, she found only acceptance. Each person telling her without words, "We wouldn't have wanted your power, either." And that's when she finally figured it out; how pitied she was.
The freak among freaks.