**I've got no hand in matters worldly**
He didn’t know what to say. How to approach the girl that was bawling her eyes out, sitting on a crumbled heap on the patio. He sat in the darkened kitchen, waiting. Waiting for her to come and seek him out when she felt like talking.
**What's going on fails to concern me**
She rarely spoke about her parents, at least with him, so he really hadn’t any opinion about them, good nor bad. They were people who logically had to exist in order for the tiny slip of a girl to be born, turn to a mutant and run away from home. That had happened years ago, and as far as he knew Marie hadn’t even tried to contact them.
**I hardly care at all**
He shrugged his shoulders and stretched his neck, still waiting. Their fate was none of his concern. The girl was. Marie was a member of his team, and his protégé, but first of all she was his friend, and he’d be there for her when she needed to talk with somebody.
**If I speak ill please, humour me
Won't rant on endlessly
Just thought I'd try to make you see**
“Are you sure you’re sad for the right reasons, kid?” He asked, having walked to the patio when it started to rain and it looked like she was going to sit out there the whole night.
“Huh… What?” She turned to look at him, tears still streaming down her cheeks. He crouched next to her, trying to shield her from the pelting rain and leaned close enough to whisper.
“If you’re crying because they died, stop it. Hypocrisy doesn’t suit you.”
“Fuck you, Logan! What do you know about anything!” She snapped. He grasped her shoulder, trying not to get angry.
“From what I have understood they were just people who made you in to this world. You haven’t tried to contact them the whole time I have known you. You haven’t missed them. So why cry now? What did you loose when they died?”
“You obviously haven’t lost anybody when…”
“I loose you all every day. Every hour, every minute, every fucking second the clock is ticking I keep loosing you little more. You’re all running and I can’t follow, ever. If you cry because your parents died, stop it. You lost nothing. If you cry because you’re angry at yourself, stop it and go beat up few droids in the Danger Room.” For a moment she just stared at him, her lower lip trembling. They were both now soaked through, and water was dripping from the bangs on his forehead on her lap.
“What… What if I just feel like crying? What am I supposed to do then?” She whispered.
“Then you come with me. Change these wet clothes, get some tea or what ever crap you usually have when you’re having a shitty day and we’ll hijack the TV lounge for ourselves. There’s a marathon of chick flicks on TV tonight.”
Poets Of The Fall: Illusion&Dream
Look in my eyes I'll make you see
We're drifting aimlessly
Blind in a world of make believe
Hear them sing their songs off key n' nod like they agree
Buying the needs to be discreet
I've got no hand in matters worldly
I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me
'Cause I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out
Out of my mind oh
It's whatever makes you see
Makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are Illusion and Dream
In other words dishonesty
If I speak ill please, humour me
Won't rant on endlessly
Just thought I'd try to make you see
It doesn't solve a thing to dress it, in a pretty gown
A stone will not need you to guess if, you're still going to drown
So you know what drives me out
Out of my mind, oh
It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are Illusion & Dream
In other words dishonesty
So can you name your demon?
Understand it's scheming
I raise my glass and say "Here's to you"
Can you chase your demon?
Or will it take your freedom?
I raise my class and say "Here's to you"
I've got no hand in matters worldly
I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me
'Cause I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out
Out of my mind oh
It's whatever makes you see
Makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
That the images they sell are Illusion and Dream
In other words dishonesty
So whatever makes you see
Makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are Illusion and Dream
In other words dishonesty
With silence comes peace
With peace comes freedom
With freedom comes silence
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Okay. Change of song. Poets Of The Fall, Illusion&Dream.