[ Yeah. That's him. Logan's silence speaks for itself. Friends, a team. They're a pair, that much is for sure. Considering Cable looked ready to swallow a bullet when Logan asked if Wade was a friend, he'd bet his last penny those two are closer than the man let on. ]
Hey, you wanna interrogate them yourself, be my guest.
[ Logan can only say what he feels, and something about his conversation with Wade was different. But he's also aware he's got a reason to want to believe Wade. Because Wade sat there and looked him in the eye and told him the Institute was still standing in 2024. Told him about the kids at the Essex House.
So whatever you did, I guess you saved them, too. 'Cause they still had somewhere to go.
He doesn't know if it's true. He'll never know if it's true. Or if it can still hold true now that this bullshit's taken them off course. Like Amos said: somebody's always gonna be from his future. He's always gonna from somebody else's. That's how time works when you smash it into a goddamn ball. The uncertainty's what gets him. He can handle shit going wrong. He's been doing that his entire existence. This? Where the fuck is he supposed to begin when he's suddenly the one who's seen the most, who knows the most?
Wood scrapes against metal as Scott shoves the crate into place. Logan watches him, little dark curls of damp hair hanging over tinted glasses. That's his answer. Right there, that's where he begins. With Scott. Deep down, he knows it. It's just not the answer he wants.
He digs a cigar from his pocket. ] I need some fuckin' air.
🎀 wrap?
Hey, you wanna interrogate them yourself, be my guest.
[ Logan can only say what he feels, and something about his conversation with Wade was different. But he's also aware he's got a reason to want to believe Wade. Because Wade sat there and looked him in the eye and told him the Institute was still standing in 2024. Told him about the kids at the Essex House.
So whatever you did, I guess you saved them, too. 'Cause they still had somewhere to go.
He doesn't know if it's true. He'll never know if it's true. Or if it can still hold true now that this bullshit's taken them off course. Like Amos said: somebody's always gonna be from his future. He's always gonna from somebody else's. That's how time works when you smash it into a goddamn ball. The uncertainty's what gets him. He can handle shit going wrong. He's been doing that his entire existence. This? Where the fuck is he supposed to begin when he's suddenly the one who's seen the most, who knows the most?
Wood scrapes against metal as Scott shoves the crate into place. Logan watches him, little dark curls of damp hair hanging over tinted glasses. That's his answer. Right there, that's where he begins. With Scott. Deep down, he knows it. It's just not the answer he wants.
He digs a cigar from his pocket. ] I need some fuckin' air.