[ One eyebrow goes up. Fair enough. That'll do it. He's got questions, but they can wait. It's true he has found someone who was meant to be dead: Scott Summers, buried well over a decade ago. Knocked on his door six weeks back, been hanging around ever since. An unshakeable ghost of an era that's burnt to ash by Logan's time. But Scott doesn't know he's dead. Hasn't even started to guess. Why would he?
She seems to know, though. Which makes her the first person to raise the question.
Though nothing says just because she might be dead, everybody else is, too. He's got no idea how any of this works. ]
Last I checked, I sank beneath the Potomac River, but— [ A short pause. Look, he could skirt around it. Something in him just can't be bothered. The way his mutation manifests, it comes out sooner or later. Kinda hard to pretend you didn't walk off a bullet to the head, and around these parts, somebody's always pulling a trigger somewhere. ] —I'm hard to kill. Doubt it took.
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She seems to know, though. Which makes her the first person to raise the question.
Though nothing says just because she might be dead, everybody else is, too. He's got no idea how any of this works. ]
Last I checked, I sank beneath the Potomac River, but— [ A short pause. Look, he could skirt around it. Something in him just can't be bothered. The way his mutation manifests, it comes out sooner or later. Kinda hard to pretend you didn't walk off a bullet to the head, and around these parts, somebody's always pulling a trigger somewhere. ] —I'm hard to kill. Doubt it took.
[ Now she's probably got questions, too. ]