Logan spreads his fingers, moving them a little to drift near hers. It's difficult, being trapped in this box, no smells besides the dust, nothing to sense, nothing to touch. Reminds him too much of being in a tank.

"We've seen that before," he says, after a moment. "People tellin' us this and that about the future. Sometimes it's true. Sometimes.. we slip the net. Find a way out."

Bought with blood, he wants to say -- almost does, and manages to fight it down. Thinking of Daken, and Evan. Of the countless futures he's seen, the different versions of himself probably still fighting out there. Always fighting. Never at peace.

"You saw death, kid," he continues. "I ain't gonna tell you that you saw wrong. But you passed on the message. Could be you saved us without knowin' about it. I know it's ironic as hell comin' from me, but.. believe me, death ain't always gotta be the ending. There's.. hope." He clears his throat, the next few words coming low, almost a whisper. "I have hope."