NEAR THE END OF THE 1st MOVIE, DURING LOGAN'S RECOVERY
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Logan looked up from his book when she stepped through the open French doors to join him in the dark garden. With the doors open, not only was plenty of light cast for him to read by, but he could hear the footsteps indoors, making it impossible for any nighttime wanderers to sneak up on him. He'd known it would be her. "What are you doing up?" He set his book on the table beside him.
She stepped to the side, letting the light hit her face instead of just illuminating her silhouette from behind. Logan stared. He had never seen her look quite so exhausted. "Couldn't sleep," she whispered.
"You alright?" he questioned as she took a seat beside him on the bench.
"Nightmare." She settled into a slouch close to his side.
He froze. "Been awhile since the last one." It had been four days since her last nightmare, and all had been relieved.
She shook her head. "This wasn't yours. Magneto's."
"It's bad," he stated.
She nodded slowly. Understatement. "What's been done to you is terrible, Logan. I would never deny or diminish that. But you're strong. You've a real soul still. I know that, I've seen it. He was just a boy, and nothing that wrong should ever be done to a child. He is mangled to the deepest parts of him, and there is no going back from that."
"No going back," Logan echoed, the words singing through his head. It applied to so much in the lives of mutants. The burned bridges, destroyed families, lost memories, the burdens of their powers.
He looked down to be certain that she had her gloves on before he grabbed her hand. She leaned into him, but she didn't cry. She just stared ahead blankly, her expression a tad sorrowful, but nothing else. He didn't wonder that she had changed so much, not with a pair of monsters in her head.