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Look into my eyes. Look past the lines that surround them, the skin that envelopes them, the lashes and hair that line them. Look deeper into the very soul of my being. Tell me what you see. Unsure as to your answer? Then let me help you see more clearly. Draw back and look at me. View the body, not as a part but as a container or carrier. A vehicle to transport the person inside. See the tribal marking on the skin, the lips that draw to a smile with the slightest reason, the skin, fair yet worn. Look upon the body as one would look upon a ship or a boat, as something that is a means to an end rather than a reason in itself.

Return to my eyes. Notice the colour of browns and greens that intermingle with a grey that appears to come from a misty morning. Look deeper beyond mere mortal flesh. Look beyond what you can see and begin to understand what you feel inside. My soul is the strength, the fire that burns inside that pushes me onwards when I no longer can stand. My soul stands alone, not needing company nor friendship as it ages. While passion flows deep in my soul, to tap it and experience it will take someone of power and daring. No matter what you wish, you will never know anything other than a fleeting glimpse of what power I posses within.

While others may seek bodies of people to align themselves with, I will only stand and watch. I do not need others to forward my dreams and desires. To be alone in the world is not something I choose, nor is it something I seek. It simply is. If I am encircled by people I am still isolated and solitary, alone all the while accompanied. To be as another would be to lose my being, psyche and spirit. You cannot understand my thoughts and my dreams as they are as alien to you as your ideas and fantasies are to me.

As you look deeper into my soul you will see my heart beating powerfully and with fire. It is not black as you may believe, it is of the darkest blood red that you have ever witnessed though. It is as if my heart absorbs the light and returns only the mere flicker of colour. The passion in my soul will be alive as long as this heart continues to beat, yet when the last flutter subsides and my breath is no longer drawn, I shall not morn nor concern myself with sadness for I have lived a life that no other could possibly conceive of and I shall go to the earth assured that how I have lived my life has been the correct way.

Return from viewing my soul, return from my eyes, look at my face as I stare at you. Repeat your question one more time, ask how did I get the name Rogue. Remember your journey into my mind and soul and realise that you know the answer without ever having to doubt it again.