When he started speaking, so simply and straightforwardly telling her his story, Marie turned to watch him, drinking in every word and committing it to memory. The story he shared was... Crazy wasn't the right word, but that's certainly what most people might use. She believed it, though, without hesitation, because it wasn't the craziest thing she'd ever encountered, and because it didn't feel like he was lying to her. With all the people she had in her head and all the things she'd witnessed in her life, she'd gotten fairly good at reading people and knowing when there was something they weren't saying -- she didn't feel any of that now.
A prison world, a parallel reality. It... made sense, in a way. Perhaps she'd ended up here when the timeline had reset? If they'd succeeded. She didn't even know if they had, and Logan didn't remember anything to be able to tell her anything. And-- he had someone he loved. The way he described her, it didn't seem like she was dead, just gone. That sort of thing might be possible with vampires, right?
Vampires. Huh. But... everyone here was like this?
Blinking at the apology, she was quiet for a moment before shrugging one shoulder and crossing her arms over her stomach. "It was for science," she commented, trying to stay distant from it and only partially succeeding. "That's how they justified it. Science, and making the world better by getting rid of mutants."
She squeezed her eyes shut and hunched in on herself, taking a few steps away from him because he wasn't anything to her. Not really. She couldn't go looking to him for comfort and... she didn't really deserve it, anyway. "I haven't been able to touch anyone for seventeen years. Mutations manifest during puberty -- mine happened during my first kiss, and the boy was in a coma for weeks. I left my home in Mississippi and went to a school for mutants. I ended up teaching there, being part of a team of mutants trying to make humans understand us so they wouldn't hate and fear us. But we failed and there was a war. The humans built giant robots called Sentinels to hunt us down, put us in camps so we could be studied and disposed of. I was there for three years before this." Three years and no one had come for her.
Marie took a deep breath and sank down to the ground, crossing her legs and doing her best to let go of it all. To not feel, because the only thing left in her was pain and anguish. Logan didn't remember her, her friends had left her to die, and the man who supposedly cared for her didn't even know her. Tipping her head back to look up, she quietly acknowledged, "If this is a prison, at least in this one I can see the sky."
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A prison world, a parallel reality. It... made sense, in a way. Perhaps she'd ended up here when the timeline had reset? If they'd succeeded. She didn't even know if they had, and Logan didn't remember anything to be able to tell her anything. And-- he had someone he loved. The way he described her, it didn't seem like she was dead, just gone. That sort of thing might be possible with vampires, right?
Vampires. Huh. But... everyone here was like this?
Blinking at the apology, she was quiet for a moment before shrugging one shoulder and crossing her arms over her stomach. "It was for science," she commented, trying to stay distant from it and only partially succeeding. "That's how they justified it. Science, and making the world better by getting rid of mutants."
She squeezed her eyes shut and hunched in on herself, taking a few steps away from him because he wasn't anything to her. Not really. She couldn't go looking to him for comfort and... she didn't really deserve it, anyway. "I haven't been able to touch anyone for seventeen years. Mutations manifest during puberty -- mine happened during my first kiss, and the boy was in a coma for weeks. I left my home in Mississippi and went to a school for mutants. I ended up teaching there, being part of a team of mutants trying to make humans understand us so they wouldn't hate and fear us. But we failed and there was a war. The humans built giant robots called Sentinels to hunt us down, put us in camps so we could be studied and disposed of. I was there for three years before this." Three years and no one had come for her.
Marie took a deep breath and sank down to the ground, crossing her legs and doing her best to let go of it all. To not feel, because the only thing left in her was pain and anguish. Logan didn't remember her, her friends had left her to die, and the man who supposedly cared for her didn't even know her. Tipping her head back to look up, she quietly acknowledged, "If this is a prison, at least in this one I can see the sky."