[ His fingers rest on the rim of his glass. Water splashes in the distance. That's the million dollar question, isn't it? He's the only one who can answer it, and he doesn't know. He doesn't fuckin' know. ]
I drowned. Woke up on this damn planet. [ He pauses. ] They said whatever happened, there was no predicting where the new timeline might send me. When it first spat me out here, I thought that's how it had to be for the rest of the world to be put right. Then you showed up. Rogue...Charles. [ He tosses back the rest of his drink. ] So you tell me.
[ It sure as hell doesn't look like success to him. If anybody lost out on that insane gamble of a plan Charles and Erik made, it was only ever supposed to be him. Not anyone else. The only thing he can say is at least there aren't any Sentinels roaming around, no governments hunting them down to lock them up or kill them all, but there're still too many questions. What about the others? Storm, Bobby, Kitty? And where the fuck is this world?
It feels bigger than just what he did or didn't do. Maybe that's why he's got no idea where to start. The Professor being here is what messes him the most. He could've let himself believe things were fine wherever Charles might be out there; Charles has always been what they all needed, to bring them together. But Charles isn't somewhere out there. He's been tossed into this bullshit, tooā€”still fifty years behindā€”and Logan's not sure where that leaves the rest of the mutants they were trying to help. ]
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I drowned. Woke up on this damn planet. [ He pauses. ] They said whatever happened, there was no predicting where the new timeline might send me. When it first spat me out here, I thought that's how it had to be for the rest of the world to be put right. Then you showed up. Rogue...Charles. [ He tosses back the rest of his drink. ] So you tell me.
[ It sure as hell doesn't look like success to him. If anybody lost out on that insane gamble of a plan Charles and Erik made, it was only ever supposed to be him. Not anyone else. The only thing he can say is at least there aren't any Sentinels roaming around, no governments hunting them down to lock them up or kill them all, but there're still too many questions. What about the others? Storm, Bobby, Kitty? And where the fuck is this world?
It feels bigger than just what he did or didn't do. Maybe that's why he's got no idea where to start. The Professor being here is what messes him the most. He could've let himself believe things were fine wherever Charles might be out there; Charles has always been what they all needed, to bring them together. But Charles isn't somewhere out there. He's been tossed into this bullshit, tooā€”still fifty years behindā€”and Logan's not sure where that leaves the rest of the mutants they were trying to help. ]