I did as I said I would-- the girls are safe, awaiting reunion with their families. I have washed my hands of them. Other matters... I cannot wash away. This fact was not hard to learn, for Wolverine was not a subtle man, and tongues wag when legendsdie. Outside of the neon and noise, Wolverine cultivated a small cementery here, among the pines, hidden from the city-- Often nothing more than empty graves and memorials to fallen comrades... but, at times, fallen enemies, too. Even in death, I fear he still defines me. Not for duty. Not for legacy. For my choosing. I will be what you would not. I will be the blade of my own mark and making. I will be the trouble you once were in the world. I look out over this city, with its secrets, with its violence, with its wretchedness and its cruelty, and oh, I know exactly how to begin.