Chapter Twelve
The Shortest Chapter I've ever Written
A hush fell over the room as Patton and Roman rose up from the floor. Anya excused herself, clearly aware of how uncomfortable the situation may become for someone out of the loop. It was a full second before anyone moved, and the first person to break the stillness was Roman. He walked forward, placing the crown he held in Logan's hands, then immediately swept Virgil into his arms. Virgil, looking shocked, gently draped his arms around Roman's neck. Logan and Patton's eyes met from across the room, silver clattering to the ground as Logan relinquished his hold upon the crown Roman had thrust into his hands. Patton was bounding toward him, arms open to envelop him in a hug, and Logan returned the hug tightly. He smiled a genuine smile for the first time in what felt like forever. He stepped back, maybe a little too quickly, but he was getting a little uncomfortable.
"Logan!" Patton gushed. "I'm so glad you're okay!"
"And I, you, Patton." Logan said to him. He turned his head to look at the crown at his feet. Stooping to pick it up, he asked; "What on Earth is this?"
"It's supposed to be yours." Patton said resolutely.
"Who told you that?" Logan asked, confused.
"No one, I can just feel it." Patton declared, He made a face as though he expected to be shot down, but Logan regarded the crown for a moment.
"Well, if you say so." He said, shrugging slightly, placing it upon his head. Patton and Virgil both blinked blankly at him.
"You feeling okay Logic?" Nate asked, confusedly.
"Physically I'm fine." Logan responded, snapping his fingers to summon back the cords around the Duke.
"How about mentally?" Virgil challenged.
"Definitely questionable." Logan replied.
"That… can't be good." Thomas said.
"No… it's no different than usual, I just learned to stop pretending." Logan said casually. "Speaking of learning, who wants to know a fun fact about Wisdom?"
"I was going to say to shut up, but now I'm really concerned." Nate said slowly. "Like who the ever living fuck is Wisdom?"
"Exactly." Logan said, pointing a pen at him that he did not have in his hand before. "Who the fuck is Wisdom and why would Thomas have a trait that is, as Patton put it, a gem fusion between two traits? Lets take uh…. Patton, for an example. His basic functioning is like a mixture between Innocence and Virgil, but the word like here is paramount for this situation, because Patton does more than knowing the difference between right and wrong. A lot more. Wisdom claims to only be wisdom, the mixture of Patton and I."
"What the fuck does this have to do with your behavior?" Deceit asked exasperatedly.
"Nothing." Logan said plainly. "I changed the topic, but now everyone is too interested in this to interrupt me, besides you because you already have an idea of what's going on. You just haven't thought about the implications." Deceit shook his head in an annoyed fashion. "So, as i was saying, Wisdom cannot be just purely wisdom. He either is not wise enough to see this, meaning that he is not wisdom and is unintentionally misleading us, he knows he's not wisdom and is purposely misleading us, or he is purposely hiding aspects of himself. Either way, he is not the side we think he is."
"When the fuck did you come up with this idea?" Virgil demanded.
"I've had a lot of time to think while I was forcibly separated from everyone. I was literally trapped within my own mind, thinking was about all I could do." He replied.
"Wait what?" Thomas asked. Nate burst into laughter.
"That almost sounds like you got put in the-" He stopped short at the look on Logan's face. "Oh my god, he didn't!" He sounded appalled. "Oh god, are you okay? Holy shit."
"Wait, what are we talking about?" Virgil asked, allarmed.
"Lo, why is Nate so worried, what happened to you?" Patton asked, teary-eyed.
"Wait… are you saying that Caesar…" Deceit was cut off by Virgil growling;
"What the fuck did Caesar do to you?"
"Oewhe, that thing." Remus said. "Damn Logan, you're badass if you survived that. I'm impressed. I went through that thing, and let me tell you… yikes." He laughed. "I'd rather gouge my own eyes out with a serrated spoon and eat them then go back in there again."
"Oh, that's what happened to you. Dear god." Logan raised his eyebrow at Remus.
"Logan, what are you talking about? What happened to you? Tell us." Thomas demanded.
"It's not quite easy to explain." Logan began, slowly.
"What?" Remus asked incredulously. "Yes it is, you just lack imagination."
"If you start singing, I swear I will drop kick you and I'm fucking serious about that." Logan snapped. Remus rolled his eyes.
"I suppose you deserve to know where I was, so I'll explain. One moment though." He cleared his throat, took off his crown, and made the motion to summon someone. Instantaneously, Lucius, Remy, Picani, Caesar, and Winston rose up from the ground, very confused. "Everyone sit down." Logan said invitingly. Lucius, Remy, and Nate remained standing.
"Make me." Nate and Remy both challenged.
"Fine." He replied, making a shoving movement with his hand. All three of them fell to the ground as though they had been pushed down by the shoulders. "Anya, would you like to hear the story?" Logan called. Anya poked her head through the doorway.
"Yes I do." Logan waved her in and she plopped down on her couch.
"Okay, explain." Virgil ordered crabbily. He was perched somewhat stiffly on Roman's lap. Logan nodded.
"Very well…"
