Logan felt like he was on the way to face the firing squad. No, wait. These days at least he could be sure he'd be walking away after facing a firing squad. He really just wasn't sure what this overdue conversation with Laura was going to ultimately turn into. He had tried so hard with Karr, and in the end he'd been forced to let him go. That still weighed on him and, although he would never admit it, had left him a little heartbroken. It had been too much loss in too little time. He'd lost Serena to Creed's savagery while still healing from having been brainwashed and killing a bunch of innocent people here at the Haven. He had then found Karr, only to lose him and find him and lose him again. He had taken a chance on Joelle, only to lose her to her duty to her people. And then there was Laura.
His last conversation with his daughter had been a short lived yelling match after he had dragged her out of a club where she had been stripping for money. Logan had torn down the place, something he was going to have to pay for eventually, and brought the sulking girl to the Haven. They had parted in anger, and then she'd been taken and Logan had been punishing himself for it ever since, even though she had been out on a perfectly legit joint operation between the X-men and Excalibur. Even after she had been rescued by a complete stroke of luck by his friend Warpath, he hadn't come back to see her right away, instead choosing to follow some leads and killing a lot of bad people in the process. He even got to one of the scientists who actually had a hand in giving his girl metal claws like his own. He still bristled at the memory of the man who really honestly didn't see anything wrong with what he had done. The scariest thing was that it wasn't done out of any great evil or sick sadist tendencies. Even as the man wept and begged for his life, he didn't get it that he had been performing excruciatingly painful experimental procedures on another human being. Mutants were simply completely dehumanized in his mind. It was like Nazi Germany times a thousand. A lab rat would have probably elicited more compassion from him.
Logan had no regrets about gutting the cold-hearted bastard. It may be morally wrong in the eyes of many, but at least mutantkind had one less potential Mengele to worry about today.
He followed Laura's scent until he was standing a few feet from her, hands in his pockets and a half-frown on his face. He really didn't know what to expect. "Hey," he said finally in his low, gravelly voice. "M'thinkin' we need to talk."