Logan both loved and hated this place. There was nowhere that he both felt more at peace and more hatred within himself. This was a place he had come to for years, it was a sanctuary but it was also the place that he had become a monster. That he took something for someone that he could never take back. He had changed for the better, but that moment would live in his mind forever. The moment that he had destroyed someone....that he had turned into a monster that literally lacked a conscious.
He sat down against that tree, feeling as if something was calling him back there. Feeling as if maybe if he came here enough, he would be able to find it in himself to forgive himself. To accept it has happened and move on. Deep down though, he knew it would never happen. As long as he lived he would never forgive himself for that moment in time. It was less than an hour of his life, but it would haunt him forever.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up, angry that someone dare disturb him right now. Agony filled his eyes and almost as if something was punishing him, the object of his thoughts appeared. He released a long breath from his nose. "Mercy." He said quietly, not sure if he was imagining it or if it was once again a reality meeting her here. "Why must we always meet here?"
"Maybe the forces that be have a really cruddy sense of humor?" Mercy suggested as she slowly stepped out of the shadows. Summoning her brightest smile, she directed it towards him and wondered whether or not she was insane to not be afraid of him. He was a Gaunt but more than that, he had hurt her and yet she didn't even feel intimidated being in his presence. A niggling thought at the back of her mind caused her to wonder if the change in emotion had anything to do with the physical change she'd been undergoing these past few months.
Subconsciously she placed a hand protectively over her belly and wondered if the change was even remotely obvious. No one at school had said anything and she still felt as if she appeared small but maybe she was deceiving herself. Maybe she really was fat and round and people just didn't want to hurt her feelings. Maybe her illusion of a normal appearance had been compromised as a result of her-
Merlin, why did she have to call it that every single time?
"Logan," she said, trying to keep her voice as nonchalant as possible. "Could I ask you a personal question?" Her hair was slowly turning pink and she tried really hard to ignore that as she mentally prepared herself to continue talking, at least until she had said all that she needed to.
"You believe in karma right?", she questioned. "Do you believe in the possibility of redemption?" Slowly she reached out for his hand, touching it lightly before slowly bringing it to and placing on her belly. "I'm asking because I- well, I'm not afraid of you and I just-" Her illusion fell making her stomach visible. "I don't want to be alone in this- and I-" She sighed.
"I don't really want you to miss this either."