[ Scott lets Logan carry that crate wherever it needs to go. The other crates are near where he's leaning against. Logan will come back.
Admittedly, he doesn't know if he's prepared to talk the moment the other does. That was a lot to process, a lot of moving parts he has to digest to make sense of the future he has yet to live. He told Charles it doesn't sound so promising. Robots exterminating mutants. Nothing about that spells of a good future for all of them. And for a while, Scott doesn't want to know more. Because deep down, he's afraid to find out he disappointed everyone. Scared that he let everybody down and was powerless to stop their inevitable downfall.
Standing straight, one hand on his hip while another rests on the shelf frame, Scott lets his head hang low as his brows furrow. He doesn't know how much time has passed. He should really get back to work. But this takes precedence. It's literally a matter of life or death.
They turned the school into a lab to experiment on mutants. Hundreds of them dead. Logan doesn't want him to go with him because he had seen so many of them fall, he doesn't want to see him in that position, too. Something within Scott's chest stings. Jaws clenching, he finally looks up at Logan wherever he is at this point. ]
Do we survive? [ The question is quiet, but loud enough for Logan to hear. ] You told me you drowned. Don't tell me you died on me.
[ There's a hint of concern there if Logan squints, masked beneath the brevity of that last line. ]
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Admittedly, he doesn't know if he's prepared to talk the moment the other does. That was a lot to process, a lot of moving parts he has to digest to make sense of the future he has yet to live. He told Charles it doesn't sound so promising. Robots exterminating mutants. Nothing about that spells of a good future for all of them. And for a while, Scott doesn't want to know more. Because deep down, he's afraid to find out he disappointed everyone. Scared that he let everybody down and was powerless to stop their inevitable downfall.
Standing straight, one hand on his hip while another rests on the shelf frame, Scott lets his head hang low as his brows furrow. He doesn't know how much time has passed. He should really get back to work. But this takes precedence. It's literally a matter of life or death.
They turned the school into a lab to experiment on mutants. Hundreds of them dead. Logan doesn't want him to go with him because he had seen so many of them fall, he doesn't want to see him in that position, too. Something within Scott's chest stings. Jaws clenching, he finally looks up at Logan wherever he is at this point. ]
Do we survive? [ The question is quiet, but loud enough for Logan to hear. ] You told me you drowned. Don't tell me you died on me.
[ There's a hint of concern there if Logan squints, masked beneath the brevity of that last line. ]