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Characters: Emma and Logan
Setting: Kitchen of the mansion
Content: Emma, Logan, and alcohol. Like always.
Status: Incomplete

[Emma's sitting in the kitchen with a pile of papers before her. The scenery of her office had gotten old rather quickly and the kitchen is oddly deserted for the evening. And of course, like the classy bitch she is, Emma's got a bottle of wine to keep her company while she works.]

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Much appreciated, love.

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[The brief touch helps remind her that they have, in fact, been here before. Perhaps the argument has never been quite so heated but they've had it before. They both know that the other cares deeply about the well-being of the students.

Emma sighs, a hand coming up to massage her temples for a moment before dropping again. She's calm again, the anger from before vanishing. She takes a moment to take a drink of wine before speaking again.]

It's different because we care about them, darling. We don't train them from birth for the sole purpose of being a living weapon and we don't use them for our own purposes and then leave them to die. We teach them to defend themselves and we give them a choice.

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Hn. [He nods, bracing his palms on the counter. He's still tense, not from anger, but from the burden of over a century of guilt. He's seen how little caring for someone can make a difference, doesn't know if he can believe that it's enough. The training they provide is beyond merely self-defense, but...

He takes a drink, shoving down the guilt and pain and anguish as he swallows. He thinks of the changes that have gone on within the walls in the past year.]

Is that enough?

Charlie wanted to change the world for these kids, make it so they wouldn't need to live lives like ours. Now, we're just changing them to fit into a world that hates and fears us. I can't help but wonder if there isn't more we can do...

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[She finishes off the rest of her wine as he speaks, savouring the taste as she thinks about what he's saying. She's no happier with the world they live in than he.

Emma rises to her feet and walks over to the cabinet specially reserved for faculty, giving the handle sensor a moment to id her before pulling it open. She pulls two glasses and a bottle of scotch from a shelf, not saying anything as she pours the amber liquid into the glasses. Her face is expressionless as she replaces the bottle and returns to where they'd both been sitting, extending one of the glasses to him.]

What else can we do but train them, Logan? There are other... options of course but I don't think either one of us are willing to explore them quite yet.

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[Logan's eyes grow dark, looking down at the rich gold in his glass. Other options. If it were him, only him, he knows what he would do. His knuckles itch, adamantium longing to be unleashed. He takes a drink.]

No, you're right. If it were only us, then maybe but...not if it involves the kids.

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[There's a dry yet amused look on her face as she takes a drink from her own glass.]

We're good, darling, but even we aren't good enough to take on all of our enemies on our own.

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Darlin', never took you for one to underestimate me. I'm the best at what I do.

[He has a fond look for her and leans in to flash a grin. They share a chuckle, Logan leaning back as Emma shakes her head at him.]

You know what I meant. Those extremes, they change a person. Once it happens, you never go back. [He sobers, darkens.] There's no going back for us, Emma. Some of these kids have a chance for something different.

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[She takes another drink of scotch before replying. ]

Some of them, maybe. Others though... I'm afraid that chance is gone.