"Who's to say they're even here? They're back in my world and the chances of them being here are slim to none. Hell, they might not even be mutants, they might be dead by now." It hurt to talk about it, a pain that he'd never felt before. "I've spent my life looking for the past, and now I'm terrified to read that damned file because of the memories I already have. I'm not so sure I want to start looking for them, because knowing how I am if they're anything like me. They'll feel abandoned and hate me."
Logan sighed inwardly. Even if he didn't want to he knew she wouldn't give up and she'd do this one her own because she thought it was helping him. "There's no telling who raised them, what background they have. What if someone like Stryker raised them?" There were so many ways this could go bad and he his instincts were screaming at him what a bad idea this was. A part of him longed to know his sons, but he couldn't help but have his hackles up.