<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070205194061/marveldatabase/images/thumb/7/74/Gambit_16.jpg/200px-Gambit_16.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Remy LeBeau aka Gambit<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Wandering the Courts<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Brown trench coat, midnight blue armoring<br/><hr/>The trip back to the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning aboard the X-Jet had been relatively quiet and uneventful for none of the passengers felt like talking after the near chaotic failure of their rescue mission. Though they had ultimately succeeded their mission stood adrift in a sea of frustration and bitterness, none so much so than the hot-blooded Cajun known as Remy LeBeau. His blackened eyes bore witness to a series of heart-wrenching moments between Anna Marie, the woman he had loved so dearly and would have happily died for, and Piotr Rasputin, a man he harbored a bitter hatred toward for becoming the man Anna Marie had fallen in love with after her break-up with the Cajun Remy LeBeau. Once the X-Jet had landed safely inside its concealed hangar the thief immediately left the others to tend to the rescued mutants. He wanted no part of their recuperation and recovery, namely Piotr's. Instead of sticking around and fueling his building hatred Remy left to wallow in the dark abyss of his own self-misery. Every moment he had spent with Anna Marie seems to play like some cruel film strip before his very eyes as he wanders aimlessly around the school grounds.<br/><br/>Their moments of intimacy.. Fluttering hearts of unadulterated passion.. Raging love for each other so strong they literally risked their own lives for the other.. Every single kiss.. The pain stabbing at the man's heart almost becomes a physical, tangible knife he would not stop from taking his life for he would rather die than continue living in such misery. Tears of a forlorn love long lost streak down his cheeks and to the corners of his trembling lips as he finally opens those charcoal orbs and looks up at the sky. To others the whole world may be open and free of commitment, but very few would understand or appreciate the complexity of a man's unconditional love for a woman. Through clenching teeth the Cajun bellows a roar fraught with his pent up emotions as though he were blaming the sky itself for his misfortune.<br/><br/>Most likely nobody would hear him, but one who could sense him would probably make her presence known shortly if she had kept her telepathic connection active during their debriefing.