[ Logan's about ready to put the things away when El's hand fingers brush over where his middle claw had come out. He catches her gaze, then moves from that to what she points out on the table, and nods his head. She's absolutely right.
The claws themselves hadn't come from bad people, but the metal had. In Logan's mind, that certainly counts.
Gently moving his hand away from hers, he lets his claws come out -- all three of them now, but only about half an inch from his hands so she can see. He touches the tip of his finger to the end of one, nicking himself, and then shows her the wound.
And how it closes on its own.
Logan smiles wearily.
Someone who couldn't get hurt with claws that could cut through anything? He's a weapon, indeed. ]
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The claws themselves hadn't come from bad people, but the metal had. In Logan's mind, that certainly counts.
Gently moving his hand away from hers, he lets his claws come out -- all three of them now, but only about half an inch from his hands so she can see. He touches the tip of his finger to the end of one, nicking himself, and then shows her the wound.
And how it closes on its own.
Logan smiles wearily.
Someone who couldn't get hurt with claws that could cut through anything? He's a weapon, indeed. ]