Room 528 (2nd Floor) - Sunday Night - Midnight - NFB

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Logan lay on his bed in the dark, wide awake. He was fully dressed in dark, non-descript clothing. The gun was tucked into his waistband and a couple of ski masks sat on the desk.

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Angel didn't budge. "It won't fix anything."

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"Yeah, it will!" Logan folded his arms across his chest. "It'll stop him from killing anyone else."

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Angel folded his arms. "Is that really why you're doing this?"

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Logan gave him a hard look. "He tried to have Veronica killed."

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"I know."

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"Yeah," Logan said bitterly. "Thanks for the heads-up on that."

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"Veronica asked for the chance to tell you first," Angel said. "And killing your dad isn't going to solve any of your problems."

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Logan rolled his eyes. "It'll solve the problem of him killing the people I love and that's the only one I'm worried about right now."

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"At what price?"

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Logan clenched his jaw. "It's worth it."

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"The Hell it is," Angel said, looking Logan right in the eye. "Where does it stop, Logan? You wanna kill me next, in case I turn evil again and go after her too? Hell, you've got the stake. Make it happen right now."

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"Don't even," Logan said, shaking his head. "That's bullshit. You're not actively trying to kill anyone right now. He is."

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"He's behind bars."

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"Yeah," Logan said. "And yet."

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"And yet Veronica is still alive," Angel said. "Because she has friends who can handle it and know a fuck of a lot more about killing than your father ever could."

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Logan slammed his fist into the nearby wall. He took a deep breath and rested his forehead against the wall, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

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Angel winced. One hand reached out to touch Logan, but he aborted the attempt before it could connect.

"It doesn't stop it," he said, quietly. "The helplessness, the frustration, the want - killing him won't stop that. Not ever."

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"God, I am so fucking useless," Logan muttered. He brushed the plaster off his hand and sat down heavily on the bed.

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"I've never felt so," Angel said. He came over to stand by Logan. "Lemme see your hand?"

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"It's fine," Logan said, though his knuckles were bleeding. "I'm fine. Not going anywhere tonight. Job done, good work, you can go now." He made a slight shooing motion with his uninjured hand.

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The tinest smile touched the left corner of Angel's lips. "Yeah, no."

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Logan looked down at the floor. "If I give you the gun, will you go away?"

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"I don't like guns," Angel said, "and still no."

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Logan brushed at his eyes with the palm of his hand and looked at Angel. "Then what do you want from me?" Logan asked.

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"Just to be your friend," Angel replied.