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Logan just shrugs. Sure there are mutants who deserve better. There are also a lot of mutants who have better. There are people who deserve better, there are people who have better. There are mutants who have external abnormalities that prevent them from experiencing any semblance of a normal life. There are mutants who can pass as human with no effort at all. “Nothing’s equal. Nothing ever has been. Mutants aren’t special in that regard. Honestly, as long as there are human beings around, nothing ever will be equal. There’s no solution to that particular problem.”

         “THAT’S NO EXCUSE TO stop fighting for what we deserve,” Scott told the other. He had come out here, to the lake, to be away from everyone and everything else. He thought he didn’t mind having Logan around, until it became clear that here, too, they would have a discussion… Maybe peace wasn’t an option anymore. Was it ever? Scott had been pondering such questions a lot lately, but the answers remained absent, or mixed at best.

         “If we give up on this… If we let them have their way with us, none of what the X-Men stood for so far will have mattered. We’d only be giving in to the belief that all we do is for nothing. And I don’t want to give in to that belief. We’re not fighting for nothing — we’re fighting for our kind to survive and for our children to have a better future.”

         Scott had his glare set onto the lake that laid spread out in front of them. He scrunched his nose in annoyance and took a sip from the beer Logan had given him.

This rat very happily carrying something!

Logan chuckles and crosses his arms. “Yer pig stickers would hit my bones and crack under the pressure.” He isn’t afraid of pain. There’s really not much that this kid could do to actually hurt him. Well, not much with his claws, anyway. “I’ll go get you some burgers. Don’t open the door for anyone. I got the key.” He gets up and grabs his jacket and hat before heading to the door. Maybe that kid would never trust him, but at least right now he wasn’t on a murder mission. Logan goes out and heads to the diner, relieved that the lights are on and the snow is abating.

Raze opts to get dressed while Logan is out, and for a moment he’s planning to wait. But something about doing as he’s told grates on him. So he grabs a jacket and bolts out the door. He doesn’t know where he’s going, or why. He just knows he can’t just. Be here. Not like he’s expected.

A bottle of water appears over Raze’s shoulder. “How ya feelin’ kid?” Logan asks. He definitely looks better, although from his own experience, there’s still the headache coming, as well as a lot of muscle ache coming from the aftermath of the healing. “The storm’s died down a lot, and they’ve sent a clean-up team after the mess up on the mountain.” Logan moves to sit on the corner of the bed. “We’re to stay here for one more day undercover before we zip back home. Reckon we can go get lunch as soon as you’re feeling up to it.”

The sudden arrival of the water bottle gives Raze a bit of a start, and he instinctively starts to draw out his claws. Stops it, though. He’s safe. Safe and unharmed. He’s frozen, though, half in a crouch, looking back at Logan, claws on both hands half extended.

Call in the stress of the previous night’s conflict.

“M’fine.“ Claws retract and he takes the water, hair on the back of his neck standing on edge now. He was so ready for an attack. Logan still, on some level, registered as a threat. He was grateful for what he’d done, but… these emotions would take time to work through. And for as good as he was at lying, Raze was painfully bad at telling himself the truth.

bring this back

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uei2xFzTiD8

Have some sparkles for Halloween.

I give you-