[ Logan weighs the offer for a grand total of five seconds. The black tea stains Cable's hand when he grips it, juices dripping down the meat of his palm and over his wrist.
What else can he say in a scenario like this? A faint please don't make me plays in the back of his mind, but the voice is young and boyish and scared--
And Logan hasn't been young and boyish for almost two centuries, now. ]
Nathan. [ The tone of his voice is firm, hoping to catch Cable's attention to get him to match his gaze. ] I'll do it.
[ The Kuzuri makes the nightmares go away, even if the nightmares are in one's own body. ]
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What else can he say in a scenario like this? A faint please don't make me plays in the back of his mind, but the voice is young and boyish and scared--
And Logan hasn't been young and boyish for almost two centuries, now. ]
Nathan. [ The tone of his voice is firm, hoping to catch Cable's attention to get him to match his gaze. ] I'll do it.
[ The Kuzuri makes the nightmares go away, even if the nightmares are in one's own body. ]
I promise.