CHILD for such things. It was too late. One touch, one shot...)

There was a child, a young mutant with extraordinary powers... She was exploited for this. The organization took her away from her parents when they discovered what she could do. It was too late to react. We wanted to help her, but...

"But maybe it's too much to ask."

He lets out a bitter laugh, eyes glinting with a mix of frustration and regret. "Maybe it’s selfish. But I just want to hear you say it might be ok."

Scott shakes his head, the ghosts of their pasts haunting him, the guilt clawing at his insides.

The silence stretches between them, neither of them able to speak what’s really on their minds.

"I..." Scott continues, his gaze not leaving Logan’s face. "I just… *I* need to hear it. I need to know whatever this is." He gestures between them. "That I won’t destroy everything."

Not in the way we want to..."

He watches Logan, the man he once trusted above all others, and something in him aches. The memories—of HIM, of the team—of the things they'd both lost—it's almost too much to bear.

Scott says quietly, voice thick with the weight of unsaid things. “I just- I didn’t know how to handle it. Or you. Or 𝘢𝘯𝘺 of this." He gestures vaguely, as if the whole situation could be explained with a simple wave of the hand, but he knows better. "You’re right. We’re not the same. We're not 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

But Scott couldn't shake the weight in his chest, the feeling that no matter what he said, no matter how much time had passed, it wouldn’t change things between them.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you,”