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By the time Logan was tossed back into his cell, like a sack of potatoes fresh off the wagon, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been gone.

He didn’t bother to move off the frozen stone floor or wrap his clothing more tightly around himself. Everything hurt far too much. 

It must have been days. He had drifted in and out of consciousness throughout his time with Noname’s Confessor, but he wasn’t sure if that was from the pain or exhaustion. Logically, he knew that he wouldn’t die from this torture. Noname would send a healer soon enough to ensure that.

He groaned, shifting to relieve some of the weight on his dislocated shoulder, flopping onto his back and hissing from the whip lashes that still oozed. 

He peered up at the moss covered ceiling, his vision beginning to blur. What he wouldn’t give for an end to all of his suffering. 

The world began to fade.

He couldn’t give in. He couldn’t give Noname the information he was searching for. 

Suddenly, everything went black.

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Logan huddled around himself, a small flame dancing between his fingers. 

He coughed weakly, curling closer around the little heat that the small flame produced, ignoring the sound of people milling past his small alley in the busy street. 

“Ah, there you are!” a silky voice came, causing Logan to glance up at the well dressed man. “I thought I sensed magic. Though, I have to say, finding someone so young is a surprise.” 

Noname bent low, offering out a hand to the young Logan, who shied away from the movement, obviously expecting to be struck. 

“Don’t worry, Kiddo,” Noname cooed softly. “I’m not going to hurt you. How about you come with me and we get you a nice meal and some warm clothes?” 

Logan eyed him suspiciously, but the mention of food had his stomach growling. 

“Come on now, I know you must be-”

“So this is how it happened,” Logan’s dream companion commented, appearing just over Noname’s shoulder. “It’s about time.”

Logan pushed himself to his feet, becoming aware of the dream just as he always did when the other man appeared. 

“Why are you so interested in my meeting with Noname, anyway?” Logan asked, brushing off the snow from his trousers. 

“You’re the oldest of his followers,” the violet eyed man pointed out, as he circled the unmoving man in question. “No one really knows anything about you, aside from the fact that you’re his seer.”

“Was his seer,” Logan corrected. “Now I’m nothing more than his prisoner.” 

“A seer that disobeyed him,” the companion commented, pulling himself up to sit on one of the crates. 

“With good reason,” Logan countered. Something tugged at his mind. There were so many pieces to this puzzle and yet he couldn’t put it together. Who was this man, what was his interest in Logan, and why did he seem so familiar?  

As if sensing Logan’s confusion, the companion waved his hand, quickly replacing it with the ever present apathy that accompanied these dreams. 

“I dunno,” the younger man said pointedly, “it seems like a prolonged amount of torture and your enevitable death would be reason enough not to disobey him.” 

“The things I’ve seen,” Logan replied, “They are reason enough to endure such treatment.”  He moved to study the younger face of his old friend. Noname had been quite handsome back then, with kind features and a warm smile. Logan couldn’t help but stare, just for a moment. The man before him no longer existed, that much was clear.

 The feeling of loss made his chest constrict painfully. 

“What did you see?” The dream companion asked, peering at Logan eagerly. 

Logan tensed at the question, his head suddenly beginning to pound. The dream around them shook violently, tossing his companion off of the crate with only the blanket of snow to cushion his fall. 

“Nevermind!” The fallen man cried, not having expected such a violent reaction from Logan. It appeared he’d have to ease his way into that particular topic. Luckily his dismissal seemed to work in calming Logan, or at least stop the dream world from collapsing around them.

 “And they call me temperamental,” the violet eyed man scoffed as he pulled himself to his feet, bushing off his dark cloak. “So, Noname found you. Then what?”

The image began to fade at the question. The unmoving version of Noname shimmered before dissolving into the snow, replaced by a large table inside  a crowded inn.

Logan turned towards the new scene, catching sight of Noname.He sank down on an empty bench as his old friend placed a steaming bowl of stew in front of him.

“So, tell me about yourself, Kiddo,” Noname smiled, sitting across from him. “Where are your parents?”

Logan didn’t answer as he watched him, studying his features. His heart ached for this man, just as it had done before. Not the man that currently held him prisoner, but the man before him; the one that had pulled him off the streets and offered him safety and warmth.

“Whoa! Slow down! You’re going to make yourself sick,” Noname laughed. Logan noticed for the first time that the bowl of stew seemed to be emptying itself out, sloshing over the sides as if someone was currently ravishing it. 

Noname turned to call for another bowl before the image froze.

“Seeing him like this is creepy,” the  companion commented, suddenly at Logan’s shoulder once more. “He seems so…” the man grimaced, “.… Smiley.”

“He was like that back then,” Logan nodded, giving his own soft smile.

“When did he turn?” The companion asked, erasing Logan’s smile instantly.

The scene dissolved into another new dream. 

Noname stood  perched on a large pedestal built in the center of a crowded courtyard A light shone from his chest and the crowd of people shuffled closer and closer. 

Logan brushed past them as they parted to make way. Soon he stood at the base of a large flowing fountain. 

Noname smiled down at Logan. He bent to cup his hands into the water and offered them out for the man to drink. Logan obeyed. Noname’s shine dimmed just slightly as Logan’s own incandescence appeared. When Logan stepped back into the crowd, another man stepped forward. Noname bent, scooping water before offering it out. His glow faded again.The process repeated. 

“Sharing a source of magic doesn’t turn someone evil,” The companion commented, pulling Logan’s attention.

“Noname is not evil,” Logan chided with a glare. 

“How can you say that after everything he’s done to you?” the other man demanded with confusion. 

“Evil is a construct that keeps humanity in what we consider a moral line, but it is not a force or a being. Evil is an act which we consider bad,” Logan lectured. “A person does not turn evil.”

“Whatever you say,” the companion scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “My question still stands.”

“If you are trying to understand what made him who he is, perhaps you should understand this,” Logan sighed, obviously not too enthused by the line of conversation. “If a man murders another in order to save the lives of the ones he cares about, does that make him evil?”

“Well…” the companion mumbled, obviously considering the scenario, “no.”

“And yet, he has still committed murder,” Logan replied.

“Yes, but for a good reason,” the companion countered.

“So, an inherently evil act can be considered good if the reasons are justified?”

“I… suppose so,” The companion shrugged,  “I don’t think I understand where this is going.” 

“Of course you don’t,” Logan retorted, earning a glare. “Noname was a good man who cared greatly for those who found themselves in need. He was willing to share himself with each and every one of them until-”

“Until there was nothing left,” The companion realized, peering over his shoulder at the now dimly lit man who still scooped water. 

Logan nodded. “If you give too much of yourself away, it can be hard to continue to see the good in the world. You lose sight of what is important.Instead of doing what’s right or good, you fight to support others.” Logan nodded towards the shadow of the man in question. “You starve for power and will do anything it takes to obtain it because without it you lose the ones you’ve struggled to care for and that…” He paused, shaking his head, the image obviously paining him. “Well, that is worse than death itself.”

Silence fell for a moment as Logan’s companion took the words in. 

“You’re telling me that Noname does what he does out of love?” He scoffed. “That’s a bit hard to believe.”

“No,” Logan huffed in mirthless amusement. “No, I’m telling you that is how it started. He’s since lost sight of that. All he knows now is the thirst for power.”

“Which is why you disobeyed him?” 

“In part,” Logan nodded, turning away from the scene, unable to watch any longer. “I am a seer. I’ve seen many things. Some of which has proven to me that my decision is one I doubt I will ever regret.”

“So, you saw the outcome of his next endeavor?” The companion asked. 

“I saw a few outcomes, yes.”

“So, what the big deal. Why not tell him?”

Logan pinned him with a flat stare. “Knowledge is power. You should keep that in mind. That’s what these dream interrogations are all about, aren’t they?” Logan asked, feeling no small amount of pride at the surprised look the other man gave. “Yes, I knew what was happening despite your attempts to keep my mind clouded. I’ve seen what Noname will have to do to gain the power he seeks. I’ve seen how he can accomplish it and how he can lose it. Noname knows this. He also knows that the likelihood that he will obtain that power without my assistance is very slim. More importantly I have seen the outcome of what will happen if Noname succeeds.” 

“So, what if-”

“No!” Logan snapped, taking a step forward, his eyes starting to shimmer with an eerie blue light. “Let me be clear, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you pry, no matter how much flesh they tear from my body, I will NOT help him achieve his goals! Noname does not care what happens IF he manages to take the power he wants. He only cares that he succeeds in obtaining it. And if you have any self-preservation or care for your fellow man, you will see to it that he never does!”

Virgil staggered back as Logan’s power engulfed his own, bringing the younger man’s name to the forefront of Logan’s mind. Yes, He remembered him! Virgil had barely been older than Logan had been when he was taken in. He had-

“I’m not a coward!” Virgil yelled angrily, straightening. “I’m not the one  wasting away in a cell  because he’s afraid of power!” 

“Ha!” Logan laughed coldly, “I am willingly marching towards my own death and you think that is cowardice! I would hate to see your definition of bravery,” 

“Don’t you get it?!” Virgil snapped in response, though he found himself sinking back at the sound of Logan’s laughter. “The more powerful Noname gets the more powerful we all do!” 

Logan’s amusement evaporated instantly, anger flooding him. The dreamscape began to shake just as it had done before, making Virgil stumble to keep his balance. 

“You’re just like the rest of them.” Logan growled, “So power hungry. So selfish.” Logan’s presence seemed to grow. At first the sense was something intangible, like the an empath could feel another’s distress. Then, Logan’s physical form grew, doubling in size in a matter of seconds.

“I am not doing this for my sake you imbecile! I’m doing it for him! For you! For all of y-”

Virgil snapped, his fingers sliding against one another, the sound echoing in Logan’s mind.

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             A red griffin sat with many shadows shifting around him. He looked up at the top of the ledge to see his father staring down at him with those condescending eyes… They burned into Roman as he could feel the disappointment emitting from the others in the Judging Hall.

               “Dad, please…”

               “No, Roman this is the final straw. I can’t have you challenging me like this.”

               “I take it back! I-I’ll go to the Tree Spirit!”

               “I don’t care! Just leave. You’re banished. Never thought you would end up like your brother.”

               “Oh… o-okay…” Roman choked back tears. “I love you, dad…” But the golden griffin had already disappeared from his ledge.

               Eyes of hate fallowed him as he slowly made his way out of the grounds… Three pairs of eyes stuck out…

               Three griffins before him turned into a wolf, dragon, and snow leopard, but their expressions didn’t change.

               “G-guys?” Roman called, but they didn’t even bat and eye.

               “Disgusting.”

               “Annoying.”

               “Full of himself.”

               “Stupid.”

               “Childish.”

               “Trash.”

               Their voices filled his head, each word a stake in his heart. His vision started to blur as their shouts became louder and louder, shaking the whole world around him.

               “Roman! Wake up!” Virgil shook him awake.

               “WHA- ah…” Roman instinctively flinched backward when he saw two worried purple eyes in front of him.

               “Why were you crying in your sleep?” The dragon sat back, face perplexed.

               It was late morning, and Virgil and Roman were the only ones in the clearing. The sun glistened off the melting snow as Patton’s complaints about being hungry were heard in the distance.

               “Wh-where are the others?” The red griffin looked around.

               “That’s not the issue… why were you crying in your sleep?” Virgil pressed, knowing the bird-lion was hiding something.

               “Like you would care.” The griffin retorted and started to fly, even though the colder climates made it dangerous for him to do so.  

               “Roman, WAIT! You can’t fly!” The dragon called after him, but Roman didn’t want to hear.

               Soon enough, his wings started to stiffen and he couldn’t bring himself to flap his wings to keep himself in the air, not matter how hard he tried. A small sound of terror escaped him as he started to plummet down towards the mountain.

               “ROMAN!” Virgil rushed to the spot he knew the griffin would hit and at the last moment, hurled himself at the falling mass and both went tumbling through the thin layers of snow.

               “Roman, what the HELL are you-” Virgil cut himself off as he looked down at the red myth.

               Tears were constantly filling and spilling from his eyes, small whimpers muffled by his beak which was screwed shut in a wobbly frown. His whole body shook with sobs and his pleading eyes reached deeper into the dragon the longer he looked at them.

               “What the HELL happened to you?” Virgil asked, his voice much softer than before.

               “I- I just remembered… why I got banished… Whenever my ego gets a bit too high… I’m reminded of how much the world hates me with… little nightmares… Roman’s voice was smaller than squeak as Virgil sat back, shocked that such a creature acting so bravado just the day before was now crumbling in front of him.

               “I-it’s a curse… That keeps me in a constant loop of over egotistical attitude swings to keep me from plummeting, and then having to swallow more of that tough medicine that tells me the ugly truth, causing me to raise myself even higher to avoid it. I don’t even know why you’re here listening to me. I know you hate me.” Roman’s gaze dug into the dragon as he took a step back, guilt making his chest heavy.

               “R-Ro… You know I don’t hate you, right?” His voice was barely heard over the howling wind, but it was loud enough for the prince to hear.

               “Why?! I’m an annoying piece of shit! I attacked you twice, and constantly put you and the others down! You have no reason to not hate me!” The purple creature stumbled backwards as the griffin suddenly started to scream, tears pouring down his face, creating two waterfalls of agony as his eyes narrowed to slits and his chest heaved.

             “Roman…” Virgil suddenly took a step forward, surprising both of them.

               “T-t-t-t-that’s right! Come closer! Hit me! Hit me hard!” Roman winced as the dragon took another step toward him.

               He surprised to find two hind legs wrapped around him.

             “I’m not going to hurt you.” Virgil murmured, warmth glowing deep in his chest. “You’ve been really messed up, Roman. Come on. Let’s get you out of the snow. You’ll feel better in the Howixy Forest. It’s a little more humid there, and you’ll be able to fly.”

               “I’m not sure if I can…” The griffin sulked, finally starting to calm down after his storm of sadness. “My wings were still stiff when I hit the ground… They hurt a lot… I think they might be broken…” The griffin attempted to move his wings just for a stab of pain to stop him dead in his tracks as he sucked in a short gasp.

               “You’ll be fine. Let’s just get you out of here. Come on, you can lean on me if you need to.” Roman blinked, his blank expression said it all. No one has ever done this for him.

               As they walked in peaceful silence, Roman’s thoughts started to race. Why was Virgil, the dragon who DUG HIS CLAWS INTO HIS ARM the previous night suddenly being so caring towards him?

               “I’m sorry about last night.” The dragon suddenly murmured, as if he could red Roman’s thoughts. “I was staying vigilant since I’m sure we’re being followed. But you weren’t the enemy. I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

               “It’s fine. I was making you uncomfortable.” Roman found himself consoling the creature he once thought scary.

               “But I shouldn’t have dug into your FUCKING LEG.” Virgil stopped walking and faced the griffin. “I shouldn’t have dismissed you so easily either.”

               “I tried to brawl you, I had it coming.” A smile somehow made its way onto Roman’s face. “Plus, you’re really cool, I don’t mind- well maybe the drawing of blood is a little rough- but I don’t mind losing a brawl with a strong creature such as yourself.”

               The dragon found himself smiling as well as they continued walking down the mountain where Logan and Patton were waiting for them.

The dragon’s breath caught in his throat. He wasn’t prepared for this. He needed more time. Anger and desperation surged through him as he gave a huff, a dark plume of smoke escaping him. “Here?! You’re sure?!” Patton rushed, his hold on Logan tightening slightly. The cat glanced up at him, hackles beginning to raise.

“It’s not like I could mistake his face, Patton!” Virgil snapped in response. 

‘Where is Roman? Wasn’t he with you?’ Logan’s voice came, his feline gaze shifting to the panicky witch once more. A wave or pain washed through the anxious man. He still hadn’t been prepared to face Logan since their last encounter, and the sound of the prince’s name from the other witch was like salt in his wounds. He couldn’t find the words he needed to explain. 

‘Virgil! Where is Roman?!’ Logan demanded once more. 

“He…” Virgil began, voice cracking as the tears started again. “He… He knew him, Logan. Roman works for Noname! He’s been playing us this whole time!” the witch sobbed bringing his hand up to wipe furiously at his face. “I can’t believe I actually-”

Patton gave no warning before he wrapped Virgil up in a hug. Logan gave a small cry as he did his best to wiggle out of his confinement, now pressed firmly between the two bodies. He eventually managed to jump down onto the dust covered ground. 

“Come on, Kiddo,” Patton cooed softly as Virgil melted into the embrace, his sobbing intensifying. “I’m sure it's all just a misunderstanding. Roman would never mix himself up with the likes of him,” the dragon attempted to reassure. 

‘Patton is right, Virgil,’ Logan added, tail swishing in his aggravated state. ‘You know as well as anyone how Noname can warp the truth.’

“No… No. You didn’t see what I did,” Virgil managed, dropping his hands slightly to look down at the cat. “Roman knew him. They spoke to each other like they were friends. He’s as vile as the rest of them! He lied-”

Patton pulled away from the witch, peering up at him. “Now you listen here,” he ordered, causing both Virgil and Logan to practically stand at attention. They weren’t accustomed to the usually gentle man’s authoritative voice. “I will not have you saying such things. Roman loves you dearly, that much is obvious and whatever that snake has you thinking, it's wrong.” He informed him flatly. “You are brave and smart and kind! You have to see through these lies. Do I make myself clear?” 

In his shock Virgil had somehow stopped the tears, mismatched eyes wide as they remained glued to the dragon currently lecturing him. “But-”

“No,” Patton interrupted. “It’s all lies. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes,” Virgil finally managed as they all fell silent, left alone with their thoughts. “I-if it's all lies then… then…” Virgil’s gaze grew wide, his hands clamping over his mouth in horror. “I-I left Roman! I left him!” his chest heaved as another panic attack began to bubble up. “We have to go back! We have to go get him!”

Virgil made as if to bolt in the direction he had come but Patton’s firm grip kept him in place. 

“Wh-what are you doing?! We have to save him!” Virgil pleaded, struggling to get away.

“Virgil, breathe. It’s too late,” Patton whispered softly.

“No! We have to! They could still be there!” Virgil argued, the tears threatening to fall once more. “I can’t leave him! I did this to him! I have to go back!”

‘Virgil,’ Logan’s soft calming voice came, finally breaking through the panic. ‘Listen to him.’

“I felt a surge of power, Virgil,” Patton explained softly, still clinging to the witch. “They’re gone. Noname left and judging by the power fluctuation, he took Roman with him.” 

Horror washed through the witch, the force of which caused his knees to give out. He sank down onto the well trodden road, Patton barely managing to keep hold of him as he lowered himself as well. 

“No…” Virgil seemed to plead in a desperately soft whisper. “No… This is all my fault… I did this… I abandoned him…”

“Virgil, you can’t blame yourself-” Patton began.

“No!” the witch snapped, shoving the dragon’s hands away. “No! I did this to him Patton! You know it as well as I do! Stop trying to pacify me!” he demanded.

Patton recoiled, brows furrowing at the reaction. For once, he was unsure of what to do. Virgil was obviously in pain, but he didn’t seem to want it to stop.

‘Virgil, he is just trying to help,’ Logan defended, moving to rub against Virgil’s hip. 

“We have to go after him!” Virgil pointed out, obviously ignoring his partner. 

“Virgil-” Patton began once more just to be cut off again.

“We have to go after him!”

‘Okay,’ Logan projected. The simplistic conviction in the word causing Virgil to pause and glance down at him. 

“R-really?” Virgil asked, obviously surprised by the compliance of the feline.

‘Yes,’ Logan answered simply. ‘Roman means a great deal to you, Virgil. Since he has joined us you seem to have grown happier each day that has passed with him. Furthermore, if we are unable to obtain a source soon we will die. I am not willing to allow what could be our remaining time here on this Earth to be filled with more regret or sadness,’ the feline jumped up onto the witch’s shoulder as he continued,  ‘So, we will go after him. You deserve whatever happiness you can find. I owe you that and so much more.’

Virgil stared at him, expression awed. Before the smaller creature could react, the witch snatched him up into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. 

“Thank you,” Virgil whispered softly, ignoring the squeal that escaped the dragon who joined their ‘group’ hug. 

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Logan had convinced the smaller witch that  he needed rest for their coming journey not long after he had managed to calm him. Now, the large procyon raccoon was soundly asleep atop the neatly folded blankets and cloaks in Patton’s pack as they marched into the night. 

Logan had been lucky that the witch’s nerves were frayed enough that he provided little resistance to his suggestion. Granted, the lanky witch was not too pleased by the cause of said frayed nerves. Regardless, he checked on the beast once more to make sure he was sound asleep before closing the flap and moving to walk next to the dragon carrying him. 

“You’re really worried aren’t you?” Patton whispered softly, offering a reassuring smile. Logan was always so caring. It wasn’t a surprise that this worried him so, not only with Roman’s capture, but also with Virgil being sick over it. 

“Indeed,” Logan admitted with a sigh, running his hand through his neat hair. “There are quite a number of inconsistencies that are cause for worry,” he admitted.

“Sure, but on the bright side it looks like Virgil has forgiven you,” Patton offered cheerily, obviously trying to keep a positive outlook.

“Yes, though I wish it was under more ideal circumstances,” Logan admitted, glancing at the pack protecting the unseen raccoon before focusing on the dragon again. 

“There are so many things I do not understand. Virgil’s forgiveness is not something I was even considering at the moment.”

“Oh.” Patton breathed, his smile dropping a bit. “I’m sure Roman is fine. He seems very resourceful. Who knows, he will have probably saved himself by the time we get there.” 

“Unlikely, though your optimism is noted. No, while I am concerned about Roman, I am more concerned about you.” Logan replied evenly.

“Me?” Patton repeated in surprise before giving a small chuckle. “Why would you be worried about me? I’m fine, Logan. I mean, I’m worried sure but-”

“You misunderstand me, Patton,” Logan interrupted, for once his expression cold and closed off. It wasn’t a look Patton was used to from the witch. Logan’s eyes were always warm and intelligent when it was just the two of them.

Patton paused, his brows furrowed in confusion, and his heart beginning to beat a bit faster in his chest. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been traveling with us for almost two weeks now,” Logan explained, gaze turning ahead towards the path they were walking. Anywhere but at Patton. 

“Yes,” Patton agreed, unsure of where this was going.

“Throughout that time, I have rarely left your side. Wouldn’t you agree?” Logan asked, still not glancing toward him.

“Yes, and I’ve enjoyed every moment we’ve spent together,” Patton replied chipperly. The words dug a dagger deeper into Logan’s chest where his heart usually would be. However, at the moment he didn’t have a heart… he couldn’t have one. Not if he were going to get through this. 

“Then perhaps you can see why I find it so odd that you know who Noname is when we have never spoken of him in your presence,” Logan pointed out. 

The dragon’s rhythmic footfalls faltered at the words. Was that true? “Virgil mentioned him to me,” Patton offered, with another smile. The look was nowhere near as genuine as it had been earlier. 

“No, Patton,” Logan sighed, finally glancing at him. “He didn’t.” 

Patton’s expression dropped instantly, lips pursing as he met Logan’s gaze. “He had to have,” Patton whispered, his usually chipper nature gone. 

“Patton, enough,” Logan sighed. He took a moment to try and steel himself against whatever was coming, pinching the bridge of his nose as he measured his breathing. Silence fell between them; an uncomfortable silence that neither of them knew how to fill. 

Finally, Patton spoke, glancing away in his shame. 

“Why didn’t you call me out back in the village?” the dragon asked softly, his arms wrapping around himself.

“Virgil was upset. There was no reason to cause any more undue stress if it could have been avoided,” Logan admitted. “As long as you explain to me what is going on, I’m sure this whole situation can be deescalated before any further incidents occur.”

Patton’s wide gaze shot back to the witch in surprise. “You mean you’re giving me a chance to explain?” Patton asked in disbelief.

“Of course, Patton,” Logan replied in confusion. “I may not be the best judge of character, but I know that deep down you would never wish harm on any of us. You are far too kind-hearted.”

“R-really?” Patton stuttered, voice breaking as tears filled his eyes.

“Please don’t cry. I do not believe I would be adequate at comforting you,” Logan cringed, earning a chuckle as Patton wiped away the tears. 

“I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, Logan,” Patton countered. “You give the best hugs!” 

“Patton…” Logan sighed, redirecting him to the task at hand. 

“Sorry, it's just… You’re so amazing… I’ve never met a human as understanding as you. Most would have already jumped to the worst conclusions. I just… I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you, Logan,” Patton admitted, voice low with warmth as he reached out to take his hand. 

Logan allowed the contact, flushing slightly as he intertwined their fingers. This was already going horribly wrong. He was supposed to be questioning the smaller man, not allowing him to sweet talk him into complacency. 

“Patton, I need you to explain to me what is going on. How do you know Noname? What is your relationship to him? What else are you keeping from us?” Logan demanded, pulling the dragon to a stop. 

Patton bit his bottom lip, obviously debating with himself. There was so much, and he wasn’t sure if telling Logan was the best course of action. It could ruin everything. Then again, not telling him might be just as bad. This whole thing was a mess he was not prepared to handle. He should have just kept his mouth shut! Maybe then everyone would be safe. 

“Alright,” Patton sighed, shoulders slumping. “I’ll tell you what I can if you promise to accept that there is some information I can’t give.”

“Patton, I don’t think-”

“You of all people know the danger of providing information that can change the outcome of a premonition ,” Patton interrupted, giving the witch a firm look. “Sometimes it’s not worth the risk.”

Logan tensed, eyeing the other man as he tired to sort through the words. Whatever Patton knew seemed to be from some sort of vision. A vision of what? Was it a vision like the one he and Logan had about Roman? Or could it be something more? Whatever it was, it obviously had something to do with Virgil, himself, and Noname. Was that how he knew Logan had been searching for him when they first met? He had so many questions. 

“Okay,” Logan nodded, knowing that if he didn’t agree he wouldn’t get what little answers the man was offering. “I promise.”

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