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They say you can never come home again.

A blue figure stands outside the door, shape uncertain under a baggy trenchcoat. Is he Ramon Darkholme, European Assassin, or is she Raven Howlett, mother and wife?

A hand reaches for the knocker, pauses, and falls away. A deep breath later, eyes closed, the hand closes over the knob instead.

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"She'll go out of her damn mind wonderin' where ya are," he gripes as he follows her look over his shoulder. "Yeah. We are. This city's goin' ta be crazy fer a while, though."

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"It's better for Luiza if she doesn't know where Marion is."

She looks at the girl, frowning slightly. "You shouldn't have come back here," Raven says softly. "It may not be safe. There are..." She pauses, unsure how much Logan wants to tell the girl. Instead of spelling it out, she nods to his shreaded, bloodstained clothing, hoping Marion will understand. "We can't stay here."

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Marion reaches out for her mother, her hands gloved even still.

"I couldn't... I had to know."

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Raven runs a careful finger over the girl's hair. She's still wearing the trenchcoat, so she steps forward and wraps her arms around the girl.

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Maybe this can work.

Maybe.

Marion hugs them both tightly.