Logan's ears picked up at the separation between "me" and "Sabertooth." Could be just copyin' me Logan steadfastly reminded himself, yet his eyes could detect no microgestures or twitches indicating deception, and Victor's scent remained honest. Yet Creed was always a competent manipulator... he remembered the way the feral tricked Jubilation into removing the restraints...
Alright Vic. Yer not bein' hostile right now. I'll let ya prove yerself, or have yer fun, whichever yer doin'... but don't think I'm gonna be easily convinced.
"There are others. Lots. There's another version o'me here. A few alien-god-people in tha mix too. Drake comes by from time ta time. 'Ro too. Slim's here. And we got a whole think-tank o'techies in tha basement."