"Don't be," he says plain and blunt and without hesitation. There are things he's determined to forgive people for because none of them seem to matter in this new place. And some of those things are easier to forgive than others. Josh was, like so many of them, doing what he had to do. Or what he thought he had to do.
Those aren't choices Logan can fault someone for too long. Least of all the kids.
As whatever injury the boy inflicted on him seems to sort itself out inside him Logan rolls his shoulder with a satisfying crunch. "You're not the first solider to abandon their post in the history of other people's wars, Foley. I'm not holdin' anything against you, you know."
Those blank eyes search Logan's face for a moment, trying to determine if he's telling the truth. Once upon a time Wolverine had been his favorite X-Men and he'd have done damn near anything to talk to him like an equal, hero worship based on stories retold in comic books and across the lunchroom table. Real people don't hold up to stories.
And he guesses maybe he never did figure out how to forgive him for not being everything he thought a real hero should be. Reality was so much messier, and he never appreciated that until he was out of the school and the fantasy that things were ever going to work out.
"I hold it against myself." He stares a moment longer, then slides his hands into his pockets. Relaxing by degrees. "Which is what keeps me accountable so I don't do it again."
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Those aren't choices Logan can fault someone for too long. Least of all the kids.
As whatever injury the boy inflicted on him seems to sort itself out inside him Logan rolls his shoulder with a satisfying crunch. "You're not the first solider to abandon their post in the history of other people's wars, Foley. I'm not holdin' anything against you, you know."
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And he guesses maybe he never did figure out how to forgive him for not being everything he thought a real hero should be. Reality was so much messier, and he never appreciated that until he was out of the school and the fantasy that things were ever going to work out.
"I hold it against myself." He stares a moment longer, then slides his hands into his pockets. Relaxing by degrees. "Which is what keeps me accountable so I don't do it again."
That and being scared shitless of Emma Frost.
"When - when are you from, anyway?"