Barriers [Logan]
My name is Logan. Logan Howlett, or at least I think so.
Everything is blurred, muddied, blended and it frustrates me to the multiverses end.
I wish I knew more about myself. The people I grew up with. My own past.
All I have to go off of is other people's tellings of me. I do not know those things first hand.
No human, nor any mutant for that matter, should have to learn about themselves through other people's memories.
Is this who I really was? How can I trust these people? I do not know trust like most people. Trust is a dead concept to my foggy brain.
Being self aware is the worst part of this loop of insanity, dragging me down to the pits of my own brain, scrambling for any sense of myself from my own recalling.
This shouldn't happen. This shouldn't be an option. Is this how things are supposed to be?
I wonder if there's a version of me, somewhere out there in the universe, who remembers himself. Who remembers me.
Will anyone remember me? If they could find a plausible way to rid me of the Earth, and vice versa, to rid the Earth of me.
Nothing will end me. Not even myself. I am trapped forever. This will never end, no matter how much I want and need it to.
I will never experience the bittersweet, final release.