Laura's fingers curl into fists as Kamala continues. She knew that her father had struggled with hurting people, he always fought and he always felt the lost. It was a pain that Laura was familiar with and one that she had already gotten used to. Killing wasn't easy, you carried each life you stole with you.

"I know." Her voice was soft but filled with pain.

She didn't want to talk about her father. Her Logan? It didn't make any sense. She'd watched him die after promising Charles that she'd keep him alive. She'd continue his legacy if she could but she didn't know how to do that. Not anymore.