[ Logan's sitting on his bed at the Institute. his gift from Tank is lying beside him.
Lotta new faces on this thing. Just so we're clear: this place don't get any less crazy. Welcome to the goddamn funhouse.
[ he pauses, scratches the back of his hand, clearly having trouble reaching the point of this communication. he doesn't look precisely at the camera. instead, his gaze sketches the space around it, mapping the contents of the room.
I know ain't exactly the kinda guy.. I don't say this sorta thing much. I guess that ain't right. But it's who I am. Not a lot I can do about that. Been a long time since I spent Christmas somewhere that ain't blowin' up, or about to be blowin' up, or runnin' from somethin'. Long time. Guess that can do a number on you.
I knew a kid in France, durin' the war. 1944 maybe. Holed up in some bombed-out farmhouse in the middle of fuckin' nowhere for two and a half months. Middle of winter. We were eatin' potatoes raw outta the ground 'cause we couldn't get anythin' else. Half outta our minds with boredom and the cold. So we wake up one mornin' and this kid's decorated the whole place. Turns out he'd found some old sheets in the house and decided we needed some Christmas spirit, so he tore it up and sat up a whole night makin' ribbons and tyin' them to anythin' wasn't movin' around. [ he grunts, smiling a little at the memory.
] Kid was pretty pleased with himself. Least until our commanding officer tore him a new one for usin' up valuable resources.
Anyway. I remember sittin' there in the mornin', hungry, freezin' my goddamn ass off, lookin' around at this kid's work and thinkin' about how somewhere in the world someone else in the world was wakin' up to brightness and warmth. Turkey and presents under the tree and all that crap. And that made it feel like it was okay, what we were doin'. So long as somewhere else there was ribbons that weren't bein' made outta some dead woman's tablecloth.
[ he pauses again, lost in thought, fingers of one hand running back and forth over the knuckles of the other. then he reaches behind himself and picks up a packet of pre-made beer mixture. holds it up for the camera to see.
I know the person who sent me this is watchin'. Just wanted to say thanks.
Yeah. Okay. Whatever. [ he stands up, reaching over to turn the camera off.