Logan frowns as she speaks of Alkali lake, trying to think of anything resembling a cage in there through his memories. There's nothing like that he can remember: apparently Striker is getting into even more experimenting with mutants. He can't help but to grit his teeth slightly: he should have ended the man's life when he had the chance, no one would have really missed the guy anyway, right?
There's something gripping at his heart when he sees the tears pooling into her eyes, and without even thinking of it, Logan reaches for Jean's hand, taking it into his own before giving it a reassuring squeeze, his lips curling into that rare smile that's reserved for the few ones close to him.
"Don't. You don't have to apologize, Jean. You've given me more than most people in my life," he says softly, the words perhaps more meant for her future self. And yet, Logan is not surprised to hear that she tried to help him, and from the look of it he needed it desperately, even though he could have hurt her. Even as a teenager, she's the kind and gracious Jean he knows.
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There's something gripping at his heart when he sees the tears pooling into her eyes, and without even thinking of it, Logan reaches for Jean's hand, taking it into his own before giving it a reassuring squeeze, his lips curling into that rare smile that's reserved for the few ones close to him.
"Don't. You don't have to apologize, Jean. You've given me more than most people in my life," he says softly, the words perhaps more meant for her future self. And yet, Logan is not surprised to hear that she tried to help him, and from the look of it he needed it desperately, even though he could have hurt her. Even as a teenager, she's the kind and gracious Jean he knows.