"It’s just… this mutant problem is a little—"
"What mutant problem?"
Logan shook his head and leaned against the frame of the doorway, turning his gaze from Madeline Drake. For a moment, the room sank back into an awkward, nervous silence, broken only by the ticking of the clock and the purring of the cat.
Complicated was not simply being born with an ability that other people didn’t happen to have.
Complicated was standing between a heavily armed military assault and the kids whose lives had just been entrusted to you. Complicated was a black fear wrought by the savage ghosts of an unremembered past. Complicated was knowing the pieces that would make it all make sense were somewhere inside your head, yet being completely unable to grasp them.
Complicated was not knowing who you really were—and not being sure you even wanted to know.
Complicated was the certainty that you would soon find out…
Or die trying.
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