While Ellie talks, Jeannie, reflected, raises her hand to touch her fingertip to Logan's. He knows she's not real and it's been a long time since that costume and those curls, but he can't make himself look away from her. Not yet.

Ellie's question tugs at him, though.

"Yeah," he replies, glancing at Mariko's smiling face, "these are my.." The explanation dies on his tongue, the words useless and small. "I loved them. Still love them. They're.." He turns his head and catches sight of more crystals, more faces. Itsu, Yukio, Silver Fox, Ororo, Melita. Even Kurt, flashing him a devil-may-care grin out of a crystal the same color as his eyes.

Logan rises slowly to his feet, suspicion and unhappiness warring in him. His fists curl at his sides. Where were these images coming from? Some psychic presence in the cave? A magic spell? A curse? It feels wrong, almost disturbing, to have the subjects of his heart laid out around them, pulled out of his memories by some unknown entity. Anger starts to rise in his gut.

He turns a little and sees a face he doesn't recognise, a scruffy guy in plaid looking past him, right at Ellie, who looks like she's two seconds from flying apart like shattered glass. Shit.

"Kid, he's not real." He stoops down beside her again. "They're not real. It's this place, it's messin' with us."