[ logan pauses. when he looks at her, it's written all over his face what his answer to her question is. it's a resounding no; his expression remains guarded and sharp, with a tension aligning itself along his shoulders. the thought's not one he had ever wanted to put out into the open, but it's always lingered in the back of his mind to see whether or not magneto was still bumbling around, able to help his old friend who was a little too proud amongst his senility to ask for it. ]
[ charles never would've searched for him, either. too afraid, too proud, and too depressed to think his old friend had survived, logan never had it in him to see if the old man could check for anyone they knew. ]
No.
[ a part of him deflates with the answer, shoulders sagging a little. hands moving to his legs, he pushes his shoulders back, as if he needs to puff out his chest and grab all the authority in the room for when he speaks next. ]
But Charles did. And if anyone could survive what happened at Westchester, it's him.
[ with his funny little hat and determination to never quite die. he'd been there, long ago at a time that sometimes feels fuzzy to even him, when the "phoenix" had disintegrated charles. and he'd survived the death of his friend, the almost destruction of mutantkind at the hands of jean grey, other mutants, humans alike. erik lensherr was a bigger cockroach than james howlett, and he didn't even have the ability to regenerate. ]
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Date: 2017-04-16 09:10 am (UTC)[ charles never would've searched for him, either. too afraid, too proud, and too depressed to think his old friend had survived, logan never had it in him to see if the old man could check for anyone they knew. ]
No.
[ a part of him deflates with the answer, shoulders sagging a little. hands moving to his legs, he pushes his shoulders back, as if he needs to puff out his chest and grab all the authority in the room for when he speaks next. ]
But Charles did. And if anyone could survive what happened at Westchester, it's him.
[ with his funny little hat and determination to never quite die. he'd been there, long ago at a time that sometimes feels fuzzy to even him, when the "phoenix" had disintegrated charles. and he'd survived the death of his friend, the almost destruction of mutantkind at the hands of jean grey, other mutants, humans alike. erik lensherr was a bigger cockroach than james howlett, and he didn't even have the ability to regenerate. ]