"You were molded for it, you have control and a good head on your shoulders. Ya ever tell anyone I said that I'll deny it til I die. You're a leader, it's what you're meant to be, it's in your heart and Chuck knew it." Logan snorted. "That's where you're wrong, nothin' is as it should be and you're a damn fool if you believe otherwise so don't try and sell me on this Hallmark bullshit when we both know better."
Shaking his head he slung a hand in his pocket. "Nothin's even close ta being okay there. There's no order, no unity, hell I doubt anyone there even gets along at all. It needs structure and organization." Everyone treated Logan like he was an idiot or some dumb animal, but that wasn't the case. He had military training, he might not remember it but his subconscious did. He knew strategy, how teamwork was supposed to work. "It's time ta face it, there are no X-Men back at that school anymore. It's gonna take training. And I'm not talkin' about the watered down, cookie cutter version they've been learnin'. I mean balls to the wall combat, because there's somethin' comin' and nobody there is equipped to handle it."
His brow arched and he pinned Scott with his eyes. "Who said a damn thing about runnin'? I ain't goin' no damn where. Certain people need me here and I ain't about to abandon them." He wasn't going to single any one person out but he knew who he was there for more than anyone else. "It's home. It always will be. But it's just not stable, and it scares the shit out of me when you have so many teenage mutants who are still leaning. Trust me, the kids see what's going on. Hell, I might not of been the only one Xavier was keeping secrets from."
That still bit his ass, that charlies had known his past but kept it from him to keep him tamed down. He never got to question him in detail about it before he died. "The question is why are you gonna find your balls and reattach them?"