Still unable to meet the younger man's gaze, the mutant could at least listen to him, although the words sounded distant, as if coming from the other end of a very long tunnel. It was several seconds before he responded, but in the meantime he at least managed to acknowledge his own hands again, for all the comfort that gave him. They twitched spasmodically. "Sun Room." He let out a long, slow breath, and his lip curled slightly at the faint aftertaste of cigar that still lingered there.
A few more seconds passed. "There were a lotta people comin' through there...a lotta...kids." The memories were coming back thick and fast, and none of them were good. The twitching hands balled into fists. "Don' think I killed no-one, bu', there was...a lo' o' blood." An image struck him suddenly, that of Mikami lying there, split nearly in half, lying helplessly in a pool of his own blood. Logan was suddenly struck with the intense desire to bite his own tongue in half.
There was a slow, very faint grinding sound emanating from him. The sound of very sharp teeth grating against one another as his jaw clenched. "No' my faul'? Who ya tryin' ta kid, bub? I coulda stopped it, coulda fough' 'em when they tried ta take me away. Coulda..." he trailed off again, feeling helpless. So helpless. The mighty Wolverine, who had once gone toe-to-toe with Omega Red for 36 hours straight. The mighty Wolverine, who had once survived for six months trapped under a glacier by eating his own flesh, over and over again. The mighty Wolverine, who had risen from the dead more times than he could count...was now just a small boy, lost in the woods.
"Yeah, I seen it. Bu' 's a whole diff'ren' story when it happens ta you. Other memories rose again now, ones from before he ended up in this mess. "This ain' tha firs' time this's happened ta me. I though' I was ou', though' I was finally free. Guess I was wrong." He still hadn't turned his head. All he wanted now was to just end it all. But the curse of immortality loomed as large as ever in his mind. This was his curse. To forever wander the world, inflicting pain at the whims of others. He hated it. Hated himself.
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A few more seconds passed. "There were a lotta people comin' through there...a lotta...kids." The memories were coming back thick and fast, and none of them were good. The twitching hands balled into fists. "Don' think I killed no-one, bu', there was...a lo' o' blood." An image struck him suddenly, that of Mikami lying there, split nearly in half, lying helplessly in a pool of his own blood. Logan was suddenly struck with the intense desire to bite his own tongue in half.
There was a slow, very faint grinding sound emanating from him. The sound of very sharp teeth grating against one another as his jaw clenched. "No' my faul'? Who ya tryin' ta kid, bub? I coulda stopped it, coulda fough' 'em when they tried ta take me away. Coulda..." he trailed off again, feeling helpless. So helpless. The mighty Wolverine, who had once gone toe-to-toe with Omega Red for 36 hours straight. The mighty Wolverine, who had once survived for six months trapped under a glacier by eating his own flesh, over and over again. The mighty Wolverine, who had risen from the dead more times than he could count...was now just a small boy, lost in the woods.
"Yeah, I seen it. Bu' 's a whole diff'ren' story when it happens ta you. Other memories rose again now, ones from before he ended up in this mess. "This ain' tha firs' time this's happened ta me. I though' I was ou', though' I was finally free. Guess I was wrong." He still hadn't turned his head. All he wanted now was to just end it all. But the curse of immortality loomed as large as ever in his mind. This was his curse. To forever wander the world, inflicting pain at the whims of others. He hated it. Hated himself.