Logan grins at that, though it's mostly just showing his teeth and the humor doesn't reach his eyes.
"Yeah, fuck you too, kid."
He tucks the hoodie closer around her, then stands and stalks across the room, moving quickly and efficiently. There are a few old wood pallets, gone dry and crumbling with age. He pulls them apart, ignoring the splinters that dig into his palms, and dumps the pieces in front of Ellie.
"OK," he mutters, "let's see if this still works."
He lets out a single claw and stabs it into the pile of rotten wood. Then it's just a matter of -- not quite thinking, a similar instinctive push to the one that unsheathes his claws, except more like letting go. Raising the bar on a gate, or lifting a stone so a dammed river can run free.
Slowly, the metal of his claw begins to glow, first dull red and then growing, shifting through orange and towards bright yellow-white. It hurts more than it usually does -- and it usually hurts pretty bad -- and Logan feels an almost physical drain, like someone's opened up one of his arteries and he's bleeding out on the floor, so he has to catch himself on the floor to stop himself falling over. But he grits his teeth and lets it come, until the wood begins to smoke and finally catches in bright flickering flame.
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"Yeah, fuck you too, kid."
He tucks the hoodie closer around her, then stands and stalks across the room, moving quickly and efficiently. There are a few old wood pallets, gone dry and crumbling with age. He pulls them apart, ignoring the splinters that dig into his palms, and dumps the pieces in front of Ellie.
"OK," he mutters, "let's see if this still works."
He lets out a single claw and stabs it into the pile of rotten wood. Then it's just a matter of -- not quite thinking, a similar instinctive push to the one that unsheathes his claws, except more like letting go. Raising the bar on a gate, or lifting a stone so a dammed river can run free.
Slowly, the metal of his claw begins to glow, first dull red and then growing, shifting through orange and towards bright yellow-white. It hurts more than it usually does -- and it usually hurts pretty bad -- and Logan feels an almost physical drain, like someone's opened up one of his arteries and he's bleeding out on the floor, so he has to catch himself on the floor to stop himself falling over. But he grits his teeth and lets it come, until the wood begins to smoke and finally catches in bright flickering flame.