A deep breath and thoughtful pursing of lips later, Logan spoke up. "Well, ya see, bub. Nobody ever accused me of being wise, but yeah, actually. Whatever happens, whatever you see or do, jus' dun' forget where yer true home is," he finished, squeezing Kyle's shoulder once. The rules of the game precluded Kyle from having any technology that could be traced back to Haven, so that meant he couldn't have a communicator, no matter how well hidden. Not even a subcutaneous unit would effectively remain undetected for long in a base full of mutants. Xavier had masked his intent with the help of Cerebro, so that any psi-probes would be redirected to alternate memories, in the guise of removing his Perfect Soldier programming. He would be on his own. Regardless of the fact that Haven and Brotherhood were not openly hostile, some extremists on either camp were already in a kind of cold war, and that never boded well. Having someone on the inside might be necessary in the near future.
"Remember, kid. Ya come here when yer sure y'ain't being followed and leave a message for Patch with a time. I'll be checkin' in and meet ya then. Ya tell no one about this. No one. Understood?" He waited until Kyle replied, then nodded, holding the boy's gaze. It was no small thing, what he was doing, and Logan had a good mind to ream Wisdom for putting this kid up to it and then skipping town for good. But the plan was set, and now in motion. All they could do was go through with it.
"All right. Them's the orders. What I'm gonna say now, they ain't no orders." Logan's demeanor changed, became fiercer, an alpha being protective of his own. "This is me now, telling you that if ya feel like yer losing yerself, if ya feel like yer forgetting up from down, ye screw the orders. You hear me? If ya feel like ye can't handle it no more, ye head straight fer home, and ye don't look back." He let that sink in for a few moments, then, in a softer voice, he prompted, "Where's home, kid?"