Even though he didn’t show it, her words planted a seed of doubt in his head. Save from an all out war, what were these little battles going to accomplish? There would always be someone else to take the place of these scum, and eventually the replacements would have more money, more technology, and then things would get ugly.

“Den let dem do deir worst, ‘cause it ain’ gonna be enough,” he said. The battle was dying down, though, so Gambit saw little reason to argue with her suggestion that he mosey on out of here. If she wanted to stick around and clean up the mess then that was her choice, but he didn’t have to make it easy on her.

“Dey ain’ never gonna trust you,” he said. He didn’t directly identify The X-men as the ‘they’, but he knew she would understand him just fine. “An’ as for de Friends of Humanity,” he said the name as if the very taste of the words in his mouth disgusted him. As he said them, though, he just so happened to glance at the forgotten man who Rogue had stepped in to protect... just in time to see the man raising a gun. “Rogue, look out!”

It is said that Gambit had reflexes so fast that he could dodge bullets, and had the gun been aimed on him this might have been true, but the shot went off as he lunged at Rogue, taking them both to the ground in a heap, the bullet just nicking his arm on the way by.