"Lemme see," Logan grumped back, grabbing Karr's face ungently and moving it this way and that to see the damage. It made him scowl to see his boy hurt, and he would have gladly gone back and killed the Sentinel who did it all over again, which gave him pause. How in the hell was he going to teach Karr anything? Who was he to tell Karr killing was wrong, when that was what he himself was best at? He let out a long suffering sigh that sounded like a deep groan. How could he fault Karr the instinctive glee of the kill when he had to fight it himself anymore? Had he not been a soldier, a veteran of many wars already tired of killing long before the Flare changed him into this lethal feral creature, he might feel the same way Karr felt right now. But he knew better than that. Karr didn't. Logan felt woefully unprepared for this.
He somehow resisted the urge to smack Karr, as well as the one to hug him tight, grateful that he was okay. Instead he ruffled his hair roughly, looking grim as all hell while he did it. He didn't even know where to start. What a crap father he was, he thought to himself. "Listen, kid, we gotta talk. But not here. I need ya t'come with me."