Ok, when he summed up her words like that, honestly--she sounded how preposterous it was and how much it wasn't like her to say or even think. She pursed her lips and shook her head, "Not necessarily.." she laughed a little, "if you talk to him, you'll know better what he needs than I do. Our connection only runs so deep. I had to come to America from a village far different, so did he. He spent a lot of time in the desert, I walked a year through one, we both nearly died...all points I tried to convey to him so that he could see there was a better life waiting for him here...but that's as far as I can go. I do not understand the macho male thing, or the need for the angry silence. I can not hold onto my emotions the way that boy does....I have tried to get him to steady his mind and allow himself freedom from them, but they are his anchor. I just believe that he has learned all he can from me Logan. Scott would end up kicking him out of the school, Emma would probably fry his brain, and I just couldn't hand him over to Jean, he needs a male figure. I think." Wow her lungs burned she'd talked so much, she finally took in a deep breath as she leaned the back of her thighs and bottom against the edge of her desk, facing Logan as she slid her arms into her hip pockets..."I hate to ask you to take on anything else, let alone a kid, but you're the only one I trust with him."