Fuck it all. Of course Logan would choose Rogue never dying, but at the same time he didn't want her to ever be riddled with immortality without her choosing. Her, not this thing that was overtaking her. It made him glare even more, his blood boiling under his skin and making him growl again.
His mind went blank again when he saw and smelled the blood, though. It made his scowl lessen, morphing into concern rather than the rage that he felt, but he was still livid that she was being used. That it was hurting her, that it had drawn blood. But before he could say anything, she was suddenly flying and Logan wasn't sure what to do. He just knew he couldn't let her touch him. It was his job to foil whatever plan this thing in charge of Rogue, and he refused to let it win. Banner's words echoed in his head again, that he shouldn't have approached her alone, but he didn't care. He had already proven he would do anything for those he cared about, and Rogue... There was nothing he wouldn't do for her. And, right now, he just had to save her.
"Are you fucking deaf? No." The answer was more or less growled out again. He noticed the way that the words were gritted out, and he had to let himself believe that this wasn't it and there was still a fighting chance. "I'm here for her. HER. You ain't leaving from here with the upper hand, bub. Let my kid go. Rogue! C'mon, kid. C'MON."