"Long time no see, Logan. I'm sorry we had to meet again like this." Captain America sighed and sat before the visitation window. The glass overlapped his reflection with Logan's face, reminding him of the days when they had fought side by side.
Logan shook his head. The lines in his facial muscles ran downward like the roots of an ancient tree. Even his eyebrows had begun to turn faintly white, making him look more and more like a wolverine.
"It was entirely my fault," Logan said. "I swear, I never meant to hurt any ordinary people. I'm sorry they were injured. I know this isn't a battlefield anymore. Even on a battlefield, slaughtering civilians is absolute evil. I really never thought I would..."
By the end, Logan was choking up. Captain America lowered his head as well. Clearly, they had both remembered the same thing. Back then, they had been assigned to the Eastern Front to wipe out the remnants. They had chased the enemy until they fled in panic, only to corner them inside a low civilian house. It had been the hiding place of a mother and her two children, with the civilians taken hostage. The two of them had done everything they could, but they still failed to save the mother's life. She had been the first civilian to die because of them.
From then on, they had learned to proceed cautiously and never pursue a desperate enemy too far. Whenever people went to war, they always silently reminded themselves what they were fighting for, but war itself could make people forget. On their way back, they had made a promise: they would never again let another civilian bleed because of them.
Logan looked deeply pained. Captain America had no choice but to grasp his wrist