In my world, there were three doors. An' a fourth key needed -- me.

[She considered it for a moment, biting her lip. Her arms crossed, and her shoulders roll back. She can't help but wonder, try to think how this could all layer up right.]

Three rings an' a rod made the first key.

A ghost guardian destroyed opened the second door.

Mystique was the third key -- changed shape t' get through a small part of the door an' touchin' the symbol.

Then me. T' give him power.

[Rogue closed her eyes, trying to think. To put all of this into words. Because she feels it, understands the perilous nature of this.]

That's why this jewel worries me. Y'know?

We're all runnin' 'round, lookin' for it. An' assumin' it ain' just a distraction.