Logan knew, certainly. He knew within moments of arrival, told in no uncertain terms, but he was still, at the time, reasonably sure he could stab enough people to get a ticket home. By the time that wore off-- "They're ghosts," he comments, gruffly. "I wasn't making much ground on trying to give 'em names and faces, before."
He spills ash with a tap to his cigar. He'd thought about it. "You can stir trouble in any xenian hotspot, but you don't know who'll get in the way, who'll come knocking. The broadcasts meant they didn't have to." And they meant that Wolverine did.
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Logan knew, certainly. He knew within moments of arrival, told in no uncertain terms, but he was still, at the time, reasonably sure he could stab enough people to get a ticket home. By the time that wore off-- "They're ghosts," he comments, gruffly. "I wasn't making much ground on trying to give 'em names and faces, before."
He spills ash with a tap to his cigar. He'd thought about it. "You can stir trouble in any xenian hotspot, but you don't know who'll get in the way, who'll come knocking. The broadcasts meant they didn't have to." And they meant that Wolverine did.