Logan froze at those words. Chuck didn't... he couldn't... except, he kinda did. He had taken some of Logan's false memories, some of the really bad ones. Hadn't he? He had one of those sinking feeling moments where he thought; was that really all he took? For someone whose life seemed to have been spent getting his brain messed with more than anything else, this was no small matter to consider.
He did not move an inch. His claws were still in Telford's face, but his face had turned considering, thoughtful, where it had merely been angry before.
"Y'er far from helpless, bub." And I'm sure Chuck had his reasons, he thought, but didn't say. He couldn't say it out loud, because suddenly he wasn't so sure he believed it. But who exactly could you go to to double check on the work of the world's most powerful telepath? Having nothing else to say, Logan simply repeated, "You're far from helpless."
"I see right through you, boy. You're biding for time, but believe you me that I will get to the bottom of this, one way or another. As of now, you're still caught, and yer ass ain't off the hook. Not by a long shot. Not even if Chuck had put the screws to you himself and tortured you to within an inch of your life. He'd still be on the side of the angels, and you're not." This much he could believe.