[She pauses for a very short second, before she lets her instinct guide her.]

Once Ah was infected with a virus that made mah powers into an instant death touch. Ah'd take everything, every moment of a person's life, and they'd be dead. No goin' back.

Then the Hecatomb came. It was this pseudo-living thing that literally ate the lives of worlds. The X-men couldn't stop it. Ah could. Millions of lives, from worlds Ah'd never even knew of, were in my head in an instant. Ah lost mahself in it, drowned under all the voices. Ah functioned, but Ah wasn't me. What walked and talked had mah body, had mah memories, but even whatever that personality was didn't consider itself ta be Rogue.

Long story short, here Ah am. Ah can touch. Ah'm me again. And the Barge ain't the one that fixed me. And Ah'm glad Ah'm alive.