"I'd rather care about it, then walk around not feelin'. Ain't no way ta live Vic." At least Logan didn't think so, had to take the good with the bad. So everything evens out. Without balance, nothing made sense.
His brow raised, touched a nerve did he? "Get the feelin' we once were though. So this brings me to the big one, you may or may not know the answer to it though. How many kids I got runnin' around out there?" Logan wasn't so naive as to think he didn't have any. Hell, he hadn't aged a day in twenty years, Chuck said he was probably at least a hundred. There had to be some little Logans somewhere.
He nodded and sighed. For some reason, he did believe him. Looking over at him he leaned back, getting more comfortable and stuck a couple ones in the dancers panties, if they could even be called that. "You have the same procedure? Can't imagine either of us bein' really docile through that. Got memories of blood and bodies in the aftermath."
Nazis. Flashes went through his mind. "Remember little in Italy. Raven was there? Got memories of her in a war with me."