He was certain of his choice until he saw Rogue speaking with Gambit. This wasn't real, it wasn't his reality. So why did he feel pain? Fear at sending it all away. Remy was peering into her face, trying to figure out what was so wrong. It was written on her face, he heard it in her voice. She wasn't coming back. Whatever her and the Wolverine were going on a suicide mission.

"Take Gambit, t'protect ya-"

"Don't need ya protection." Logan overheard Rogue say. She was wagging a finger in his face. "This is for me 'n Logan to handle."

"Y'gonna be my wife." He growled, giving the Weapon X project a run for his money. "Lemme come along, protec' ya-"

"No, Gumbo." Logan answered softly, his stare anchored on the ground. "Three would be a crowd. I'll take care of her." Rogue smiled lamely as Remy looked between them, clearly suspicious and a bit jealous. He knew there was no point in arguing, the two had always had an immovable relationship, there was no point in trying to change that now. He just had to trust her.

"Wit'out her," Remy's red and back eyes softened. "Remy don' got much of a life, non?" Logan nodded firmly, an unspoken agreement between them.

"I understand, Remy." The moment he uttered the cajun's real name shocked them both. He swallowed the emotion behind unconventional eyes and nodded, finally relenting. Logan turned his stare towards Rogue. "You ready?" As if to emphasize the question, that it meant more than it could possibly seem, the wind blew between them all. Rogue steeled her face and shook her head yes.

She placed a gentle kiss on the corner of Remy's mouth and moved beside Logan. He watched as they disappeared over the horizon.

The closer they ventured to town, the more the weather began to change. Logan could feel a static electricity in the air, ticking the hairs on his arm. The sky faded from bright blue to a sudden grey, a wash of clouds. It felt like rain. The atmosphere felt different, different than he'd sensed since he woke up there. She was right, whatever was causing this was at the epicenter of the storm.

They stood on the cliff together in silence as massive, heavy clouds drifted over Downtown Bayville. Thunder shook the earth and lightning crashed above them as sheets and sheets of rain poured on the city. Even in real life, Logan had never seen a storm like this. Not even his teammate had created such chaos, and she controlled the weather.

It was humbling to witness. Humans slaved and toiled and fought about their own affairs, but nature decided. What lived and what it washed away. It put things into a perspective that Logan had never had. "It's kind of beautiful, isn't it?" He turned to the girl, nineteen like she would've been if she hadn't died. He'd always wondered what she'd be like when she grew up. Certain that her powers and their downfalls would never define her. That her teammates, the X-Men, would never betray her as she had been before.

She deserved to find her path in life, to figure it out. "It's not natural." He answered, his mind swimming in thoughts. 'We could still turn around. She would still forgive me...' He shifted uncomfortably beside her, a red flannel flapping in the wind. "Never seen anything like it in my thousands of years." He watched as the rain pummeled everything, winds whipping around them. It didn't even look like something they could wade through.

She could sense his hesitance. "Are you sure?" She looked at him and swallowed. "Once we start this..." She turned towards the storm. 'We can't back out.' He finished mentally. Going would be saying goodbye to Jean, to Laura. 'Forever.' He looked down at his boots, the slightest moisture reaching them. He heaved a sigh.

"I'm sure." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go." They disappeared in a flash of sulfur and brimstone.

Rogue's teleport didn't take them to the rain, it took them to some dungeon. A castle, perhaps. It was dark, dimly lit, and covered in stone. Logan sniffed skeptically. "Where are we?" Rogue looked around them.

"At the reason for it all." Behind her, his eyes focused to see Magneto's daughter. She seemed to be in a trance, her hands held in front of her over a red, glowing sphere. She didn't seem to acknowledge their presence at all. 'So... This is all just her illusion...' He felt defeated, depressed, betrayed even though he knew this is what it had to be. He had such strong feelings about it. "If we stop it, everything goes back to the way it was. It should be."

He thought about Xavier's mansion falling apart, Rogue dying in his arms, Jean's death. His own flesh and blood. Just the thoughts overwhelmed him. It was the never the way things were supposed to be, he wouldn't believe it. Something had gone wrong. "Are you sure that's how things were supposed to go?" He looked up at her, his face in anguish. "Everything's gone wrong." Wanda sat unmoving in front of them focusing on her elaborate hex. "How am I supposed to deny you, Laura, Jean-"

"You've never denied us anything, Logan. No matter what you do," She moved closer to him, her face earnest. "Just... Please know that." He pressed his mouth together in a grim line. No matter how many times she said it, it didn't get any easier to believe. He was supposed to go first, before all of them. When he knew they'd be okay.

He turned back Wanda. He almost felt bad his actions had driven her to this fugue-like state. But he still wasn't sorry for killing Magneto, that he would do again. He approached her, wondering if he could attack her when she looked so pathetic. "I'm with you." Rogue assured him, watching with a serious face. Shaking, he raised his claws towards her.

Something was holding him back, a forcefield. 'She's too strong.' He realized, hating himself for being a little relieved. Rogue approached, looking solemnly at the daughter of Magneto. "Ah'll have to drain her." Rogue finished, her hand bare outstretched. He frowned at her. "Don't worry, my powers have gotten stronger. Once I touch her... You have to..." He clenched his jaw and nodded. 'Don't let her down.'

Her hands trembling, Rogue reached from behind Wanda and cupped her face. The Scarlet Witch began shrieking, wrenching up like a bronco. Rogue grit her teeth, focusing on keeping her subdued. "Now, Logan. Do it!" Roaring, he brought his claws right into her fleshy stomach. She gasped, almost as if she was shocked. Her eyes went back to normal and she looked at him, blood dribbling down her chin.

"I'm sorry," He told her, his face wrinkling at the smell of her blood. He retracted his claws and she made another sound before falling backwards. Still. The castle began to shake and rumble, Rogue falling into his arms. Everything began to grow dark. Fast. 'No,' He thought, gripping Rogue's arm tight. 'I'm not ready-'

"Logan!" She cried, falling to the ground. He grabbed her, his hand behind her head.

"NO," He cried, gripping her tight. "Don't you do this."

"It's okay." She say, nodding as the castle melted away around them. She blinked again and a tear slid down her cheek. He reached for it but she began to fade through his grip. "I'm okay."

"NO," She faded through his arm, leaving only an iridescent sparkle. "ROGUE-"

Then everything went black.