[It’s strange to think they’re both right here, about as close as they could be, and neither one of them can be any real help to one another. This place has a way of wadding up one’s usefulness and making you choke on it.
The fog is still heavy and cool, but at least for a momentary trace of that creature stalking around is no small distance away. It’s something to relax about, but it also serves as an unpleasant reminder that he’s got no idea just how much area this maze stretches. The temptation to pop his claws and just rake a new path though these walls is only as strong as his desire to take it easy on the man joined to his wrist. If he’s been quiet all this time it’s only because he hasn’t stopped trying to think through an answer in the hopes one will present itself around the next corner.]
I could… [He mumbles noncommittally, none too thrilled with the idea that even to be helpful he’s going to cause his friend’s pain. How the hell can it be that it’s gotten somehow more dangerous just to be near him? And who the hell decided that, of all the people he knows, it’s Kurt who deserves to be the collateral damage in his life next?
Coming to a stop he double checks the sounds and the scents in the fog and heaves a heavy-hearted sigh. Patting down his pockets unravels a tattered red handkerchief and starts an easy tear from the frayed edge.]
Gimmie your hands. I don’t know which one’s gonna get cut. If it’s mirrored or exact… [With Kurt’s permission he ties each strip across his knuckles. It’s worthless, he thinks. But it’s all he can do to assuage a wound he’s about to cause.]
[Pulling on the chain until it’s taut between them. His claws come out with a swift snkit. Gentle was his first thought, but rather than prolong the pain he’d rather get this over with. The sound of adamantium on whatever metal that binds them is so coarse and grating that it’s hard to imagine it didn’t break their bonds. But even after two, three strikes there’s little more than scuff marks and Logan looks increasingly frantic. Surely they didn’t do this for no good reason at all.]
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The fog is still heavy and cool, but at least for a momentary trace of that creature stalking around is no small distance away. It’s something to relax about, but it also serves as an unpleasant reminder that he’s got no idea just how much area this maze stretches. The temptation to pop his claws and just rake a new path though these walls is only as strong as his desire to take it easy on the man joined to his wrist. If he’s been quiet all this time it’s only because he hasn’t stopped trying to think through an answer in the hopes one will present itself around the next corner.]
I could… [He mumbles noncommittally, none too thrilled with the idea that even to be helpful he’s going to cause his friend’s pain. How the hell can it be that it’s gotten somehow more dangerous just to be near him? And who the hell decided that, of all the people he knows, it’s Kurt who deserves to be the collateral damage in his life next?
Coming to a stop he double checks the sounds and the scents in the fog and heaves a heavy-hearted sigh. Patting down his pockets unravels a tattered red handkerchief and starts an easy tear from the frayed edge.]
Gimmie your hands. I don’t know which one’s gonna get cut. If it’s mirrored or exact… [With Kurt’s permission he ties each strip across his knuckles. It’s worthless, he thinks. But it’s all he can do to assuage a wound he’s about to cause.]
[Pulling on the chain until it’s taut between them. His claws come out with a swift snkit. Gentle was his first thought, but rather than prolong the pain he’d rather get this over with. The sound of adamantium on whatever metal that binds them is so coarse and grating that it’s hard to imagine it didn’t break their bonds. But even after two, three strikes there’s little more than scuff marks and Logan looks increasingly frantic. Surely they didn’t do this for no good reason at all.]
No… nonono. No! NO!