It made something coil tight and poisonous in his chest.
Logan had always thought revenge would be simple. See the enemy, strike and watch them fall.
But what was he supposed to do with this?
This feeling of wanting to burn the whole world just to make her smile again and the crushing fear that even then, it might not be enough?
"Why didn't you tell me, Jean? Was it because of me… Do you still not trust me?"
He clenched his hand until his nails bit into his palm. He used to want her to regret marrying him. That was the plan. To see her guarded eyes, her scorn and finally feel like he had the upper hand.
Now? He just wanted her to see him. Truly see him. To believe that even for a moment someone could stand between her and the darkness.
But could she? She flinches from everyone else's touch… except mine.
That thought was a spark in the dark. It made something raw and foolish flutter in his chest. But it also terrified him.
