[ Kurt blinks at Logan from the bed, pleased to have the information but a little unnerved by the details. His tail flicks restlessly through the blankets as he rubs his forehead with his fingertips. ]

Gott im Himmel. So, there are evil nuns without faces, which you fight using jars of your own blood that you keep in the kitchen? [ He gives Logan a brief, slightly sickened smile. ] I'm starting to think I would prefer if this was one of Arcade's worlds.