"It... doesn't take much," Rogue says slowly on a sigh, the line of a frown pinching between her eyebrows. "Torture's easiest, but that can be anythin' from burnin' the soles off the bottom of your feet so ya can't run or not lettin' ya sleep until you're crazy with it." Eyes unfocused, her voice quiet, she continues to rub Remy's neck with her thumbs. "Or just makin' ya believe they've killed your friend when they haven't." Finally, she shakes the thoughts away with a twitch of her shoulders, blinking. She shrugs. "The mind makes it's own horrors if ya let it."

Rogue didn't know exactly what happened to Jane, wouldn't know without eavesdropping, but she knew what could have done it and that made her sick.

"She looked whole 'nough and she wasn't skittish about him touchin' her, so it was probably mental more 'an physical."