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Logan shouted they weren't real. Because they couldn't be. The very idea enraged him. It'd mean it was all a waste. Fighting and losing and so many people dead or suffering at the hands of Sabretooth and the other Marauders.
Friends.
Lovers.
Good people.
People worth saving.
People not like him.
Or scum like them.
He shouted they weren't real, because the kid, Elixir, was squeamish about hurting "people."
Those clones weren't real people. Just photocopies of evil, nothing more.
No souls of their own worth saving.
Not like his X.
His Laura.
Maybe he should have shouted that, too.