Damn you, Logan. How could ya? Why did ya haveta...why did ya haveta do this ta me? To yourself? I would've been okay! Y'know me, tough as nails and all that shit. Alright, so maybe I wasn't exactly okay. But I...I needed you. With me, helpin' me...not runnin' off gettin' revenge like the macho idiot ya think you are!
Were.
Now what the hell am I supposed ta do? How am I supposed ta move on with you in the ground? Didjya think o that? Did you? Of course not. Ya thought you'd always be around. So did I. So did everyone.. But you're not. You're not and I'm all...alone..
I feel lost...like there's nothin' anchorin' me to that world. Like there's not anythin' keepin' me from followin' ya.
Oh, don't worry, the others are keepin' a close eye on me. But they can't watch forever, now can they? They're pretty out of it anyway. Can't believe things have gone down like they did anymore'n I can. You sure shocked the shit outta everyone when ya up and died on us. I guess ya were as surprised as everyone else when it happened.
Damn it, Logan, I love you. You are my best friend in the whole world and I miss you. I miss ya so damn much and I'm empty inside...hollow.
But I'm proud o ya. You're the finest man I've ever known and I hate it that ya died for me...but I understand. And I want ya ta be proud o me. So I guess I can't follow ya, huh? I've been taggin' along after ya for so many years now that...I got used ta ya bein' around me so much. Which isn't exaclty somethin' I do everyday.
But I can't follow ya anymore; I owe ya that much. I may be broken, but I ain't down for the count. Not yet.
So I'll see ya around, Wolvie.
Bye.