@invulnerablextouch sent: ‘ sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body . ’ ((For Logan please))
ㅤㅤㅤLogan pauses in feeding kindling to the campfire, staring into its flames for a long, silent moment. He can't say he's surprised by Anna Marie's words, nor the sentiment she's clearly waited to share until they were more isolated from the rest of the team. For all the diverse lived experiences among members of the X-Men, the Canuck knows that not all of 'em can properly relate to the kinds of things he … or Rogue… has seen.
ㅤㅤㅤ"Yeah…" Logan sighs, sitting back on his haunches and finally looking up at Anna Marie, the firelight carving shadows into his face. "…I know how ya feel, Moonbeam. Maybe better'n most."
ㅤㅤㅤWolverine might not have the power to absorb other peoples' psyches like Rogue does, but he's got no shortage of ghosts in his head. The Canuck tips his head to one side, "There were times, I had t'watch from inside my own head while someone piloted me, wielded me like the Weapon they wanted me t'become. And then, when the rage takes me…" He grunts, shrugging and tossing another broken-off branch onto the fire. "…. Well, anyway. I get it."
ㅤㅤㅤMentally shaking off the weight of past trauma, the Canuck peers at Rogue more closely, "What brought this on, anyway? You havin' some trouble?"