[..."I didn't have a choice"

That rings false to her. Of course he had a choice, just like she had a choice. They could kill or they could die. But they didn't volunteer for this. This wasn't their fight. They weren't soldiers. When it comes down to it, they were forced into that situation, and if anyone's responsible for this stain on their souls, the Malnosso are. So she doesn't contradict him. If that lets him feel better... good.

Rogue nods to herself and then bites her lip. Hard.] What you did out there an'... what... I've done. They're two different things, Kurt. Bein' a soldier... that's a different thing than bein' a murderer. Soldiers don't fight for themselves. I know it... doesn't feel right. An' what I did out there makes me sick. But it's not the same. Those weren't innocents out there.

It might not feel better... but it's true, an' you should remember that.

[She thinks about Greydon. She thinks about Mystique. He's still different. This was bad. But it wasn't the same, and she hopes he won't let it turn him into something he's not.]