He is crouched opposite her, sees the confusion, the struggled to not just absod, but understand the lesson. Is this why he brought her with him on this restless night? He is unsure, but regardless, they are there, together, with the hunters rites and the prey's ritual beneath the harvest moon hung low in the sky.

He knows, vaguely, her feelings. He felt them himself, once, so long ago. They are feeling both forgotten and reclaimed a hundred times over, he has been both man and beast too many times to count.

"I haven't always." With another, Logan would move so as not to unnerve them with his stone-like posture but with Laura, she keeps almost the same stance. "I had to learn...am always learning. Honour the dead, honour life." His eyes catch upwards to the flutter of wings and the hoot of an owl, but the rest of him is motionless.

"When we take so easily, we lose sight of what it is we reap. Remembrance, honour...restraint: without this, we are everything they programmed us to be." He sniffs something on the wind, back straightening. "We are more, though, Laura. You and I, we are much more."