Even in the flickering light of the fire, Logan catches the twist of confusion and distrust in her expression. It slides into his guts like a knife blade, reminding him that no matter how much she reminds him of Kitty she isn't his kid, isn't his responsibility, and there are ghouls standing in his past far worse than a few shadows.

He looks away from her out at that blackness, chewing the last bit of his jerky. He rubs his palm across his bandaged knuckles, feeling the snags of the fabric against his skin.

"I'm a lot of things that you don't wanna know about, kid."