Logan sprang to his feet.
That shattered the deathly hush in the already quiet cafeteria, and everyone turned to look at him in surprise.
Logan's expression was grim.
Yes, he had kept forcing himself to forget that man.
He wanted nothing more to do with that bastard for the rest of his life.
But Logan suddenly realized he had been wrong.
Terribly wrong.
He should have ripped that monster's head off back then!
Logan charged out of the cafeteria without a word. After a moment's hesitation, Cyclops hurried after him.
Just then, Brad came walking toward them, yawning.
Cyclops shouted urgently, "Mr. Brad, stop Logan!"
"Logan?!"
Brad reached out and grabbed the agitated old wolf. Logan struggled a few times, but naturally, he couldn't break free.
"Let go of me!"
Logan bared his teeth at Brad, his expression vicious.
Brad snorted disdainfully, took out a cigar far more expensive than the one currently clenched between Logan's teeth, and shoved it into the old wolf's mouth, tossing the cheap cigar onto the floor in the process.
"Calm down. What happened?"
This time, Logan wasn't so easily placated. He spat out the cigar, his face contorting for a moment.
Brad simply watched him in silence until Logan finally gave in, unable to do anything else.
"It's Victor. He attacked Bolivar. He's killing again. I have to find him."
Brad raised an eyebrow.
Cyclops, Scott, had reached them and was anxiously trying to reason with Logan.
"No, Logan. That's not your responsibility. You don't have to do this."
Brad exhaled, then suddenly released Logan.
Logan immediately turned and ran, disappearing from their sight in an instant.
Scott stared at Brad in shock and confusion.
"It's what's been eating at him. As long as Victor lives, Logan will never find peace."
"But can he