and here you see @polcmistis / @phcenixwings, kicking my ass

         Which time? He almost wants to ask, but he holds it back. It’s due to the same reason he bites his tongue whenever someone’s stupid enough to ask him of all people about time. They don’t know. In a way, they can’t know. He doesn’t know how to look someone with rose in their cheeks and joy in their heart that they’re dead. A timeline away. Maybe even a universe away, that’s how it works, right? Time and space are supposed to be a little of the same thing, but Logan can’t wrap his head around that. He can barely wrap his head around living past what was meant to be the end.

         Did he love Jean still, even after he had her blood on his claws? Yes, of course. Maybe even a little more, in that picturesque frame of her that he made his mind, the frame that cut out all the inconvenience, all the blame, all the flaws. That Jean Grey, the one that haunted him after her death, was perfect, which made life a little easier to find miserable.

         That was bullshit though, and Logan knew that. Jean didn’t exist to wait for him. She deserved her own peace, not Logan’s pining torture. So the world burned in Sentinel flame, and Logan tried to learn from the worst of what he saw from the woman he loved. You burn, yes, but you rise.

         In a way, they all had, right? He couldn’t possibly say how things ended in the other timeline, but they were here. Alive. Different, maybe, but alive. Now, with memories more or less in tact (as much as over two centuries’ worth of memories collected could be in tact in one mind), Logan could recall a younger Jean - and if you’d asked him the question at hand then, it would’ve been a resounding no. She was a stranger, and he trusted her probably about as far as he could throw her, but she’d crafted a key to unlock his mind then, given him a freedom beyond the underbelly of Alkali. He was unspeakably grateful for that.

         And now- now, after this whole time? Faced with Jean, having seen the worst of her, believed in the best of her. That she was patient and kind, and murderous and vengeful, and she wouldn’t hesitate to tear him to shreds but infinitely hesitates to break his heart, still beating patient to beat for her.

         “Yes.”

Sasuke was jealous of Sakura’s abilities. Her healing was impressive, and something he could never manage. It was more than just her perfect chakra control. Sakura was a good soul. A good person. Whereas he didn’t have it in his heart to mend wounds. He only knew to destroy and destroy himself in the process.

He valued her honest words. It was okay if she didn’t understand how he felt - and also better that way. He’d never want Sakura to feel this darkness even for a single moment. Not because he thought she can’t handle it, but because she shouldn’t have to handle it.

Sasuke didn’t lack empathy, but he sure couldn’t match the ease Sakura chose her words with. He wished he were half as fluent. “It’s alright. Just..be my friend.”

Por um momento, ele fica relutante. Confiar nas pessoas não é algo que ele faz com tanta facilidade. No entanto, ele conhece a heroína não tem esse problema em relação a ela. Já a viu em ação diversas vezes e sabe que pode confiar nela, em qualquer situação. Por fim, ele balança a cabeça, afirmativamente. ❛  Tá bom, okay. Eu confio em você.   ❜

        Leaning her chin in her hand, the redhead study the heroine closely, with a crucial doubt forming in her mind. ❛ —— i have a pretty important question. ❜  she decides to say without much thought. ❛ You've known real gods, right ?? Do you know Apollo ?? Is he really as handsome as they say ?? ❜

       “Então… eu estou precisando de sua ajuda pra decifrar uma coisa que o Bruce deixou pra mim.” se aproximou com um livro em grego e sabia muito bem que quem mais poderia ajudá-lo era a amazona que tanto seu superior gostava. “Sabe como é… sou péssimo em traduzir o grego e tradutores online são uma porcaria.”