The X-Men's war room was tense. Every member was seated around the sleek metallic table, eyes trained on the holographic images floating before them, but the air was heavy with unspoken disagreements. The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense as the X-Men gathered to discuss recent developments. Gambit sat in his usual spot, his elbows on the table, arms folded, as he eyed Rogue, who stood a little too close to Magneto for his liking. It wasn’t just her proximity; it was her body language, the way she tilted her head when listening to Magneto, her soft smile, the light in her eyes. He had seen that before, but it wasn't directed at him.

Rogue had been pushing the idea hard that Erik, Magneto, deserved a second chance. She argued for his redemption, claiming that he had changed. "He's tryin', y'all. He's not the same man we used to fight against," Rogue said, her Southern drawl slipping through as she made her case passionately. "We should give him a chance to prove he's not our enemy anymore."

Remy LeBeau, Gambit, sat quietly beside her, his brow furrowed. His eyes flickered between Rogue and the rest of the team, clearly torn. He loved Rogue—he’d followed her through so much, even when things seemed uncertain. But lately, her closeness to Magneto was growing uncomfortable. He didn’t want to doubt her, but something about the way she kept defending Eric’s motives didn’t sit right with him.

Gambit frowned but didn’t say anything at first. He wanted to believe Rogue, wanted to trust her judgment. But he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than just her trying to reform Magneto. The thought gnawed at him, creeping into his mind every time she mentioned Erik or spent time with him.