“Logan,” she whispered, leaning close. “You smell like Jean, too. Tell me—does every man in this circus want to climb into her skin?”
“No one usurped anything,” Jean said, her voice tight with that maddening compassion. “You were a clone. Created to replace me. That was never your fault.” x-men goblin queen
“No,” Jean said. “They’ll call it family.” “Logan,” she whispered, leaning close
Above them, a single black feather drifted down from where no bird had flown. ” she whispered