MY BODY MAY BE HEALED, MY MIND MAY BE CLEAR, BUT THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS WILL NEVER COME OFF.

"I ain't damn Wolverine. That's my kid."

His brows furrow as he kneels down onto the ground, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. A look of concern spreading on his features. "You okay kid?"

You want it taken out?

He doesn't budget, allowing her her comfort, watching the surroundings carefully. The night sky twinkling above them, and the occasional nocturnal wildlife in the brush. Logan's eye's then cast down to Gabby. Finally, a moment to relax.

He notices her shiver, and shrugs his jacket off with little thought as he places it over her.

⠀ ᅠ ᅠAN INDEPENDENT PORTRAYAL OF MARVEL ' S SABRETOOTH , PENNED AND LOVED BY LOGAN. ᅠ ⠀

The fire snapped and popped as he poked at it with a stick, stoking it's flames brighter and hotter, fending off the frost that threatened to creep into his camp.

Logan remains silent as his healing factor activates. Muscles and bones creak and crack, stitching themselves back together, while sinew snaps and pops in rapid recovery. His costume lies in pieces around him. "Hm." He grunts. Getting blown up is far from enjoyable.

His eyes snap open, the shadow projected by the rim of his leather hat softens his piercing glare. Another nightmare. It always is. Naps are the worst.

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Pops a beer can with a claw.

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YOU ARE THE LAST PERSON WHO WILL EVER THINK THEY CAN OWN ME.

YOU KNOW WHAT I DO.