It would be so easy. All he would have to do was let go, let go and leap away and he would put a bloody end to this sorry man’s life. There would be pieces of him spread across the road, the buildings... they would have to search for scattered and shattered teeth to even identify him. It would be quick, messy, and final.

Then he heard her voice. Gone was the anger and the coldness. The words were no softer, but there was something in her tone and the way she said his name that broke through the red fog that had settled over him. Looking down at the terrified man, the glowing shirt and his own hand causing it all, Remy felt suddenly sick. It was one thing to cause random mass destruction, but this would be murder, cold and calculated murder.

Slowly the glowing light faded and when he finally released the man there was no danger in it anymore, though he did make sure to push him hard enough into the pavement to knock him unconscious. Getting swiftly to his feet, the Cajun kept his eyes on the fallen man a moment longer before finally turning his eyes to Rogue. “You know jus’ cause you switched sides don’ make us de bad guys now.”

He could still save her, he could still show mercy. Just because they no longer saw eye to eye didn’t make him evil.