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Logan was alone, figuratively. Less figuratively, he was surrounded by people. Not exactly people of course they were all one person just taking sentient forms. Logan missed being a robot, devoid of all the emotions he rejected but so obviously had. But becoming a robot would raise questions among all the others and he could not simply hide it from them. After all Deceit could tell if they were lying. Bottling emotions hurt of course but it was necessary, or Logan would never be taken seriously among the sides. A fact that hurts Logan inside and out. But he cannot change their views. How much he was hurting only Virgil will ever know.
On a dark Saturday evening, nearing Christmas as all evenings are dark as you reach Winter, Logan was on the couch stuck on a Sudoku puzzle and while he thought he watched Roman do what in Logan's opinion was a mindless task. He was playing a video game and shooting people down. To Logan it looked like a morbid Mario kart. Logan scoffed and Roman glared at him over his shoulder, still upset over having something throw into his eye, even if he did not show it on camera. Logan decided to send a hard glare back before erasing a sis on the uppermost right grid. It was not unusual for Roman to lose control when unhappy with Logan, but all Logan saw this time was hatred and loathing for him. So, Logan stood up with his head held high, and sunk to his room to sob his eyes out.
And that was how Virgil found him, hours later. Curled up with a book in his arms trying all he could to stop the horrible feelings. To stop feeling useless. After all.... Roman thought he was no help and he was Thomas's ideas and creativity. Does that mean that Thomas thinks he’s no help too? Just the thought makes him lean into Virgil, and cry harder, finally letting his icky emotions take over, all at once.