Logan once again made the long autumn trek to that lonely grave that marked a hollowness and ache he did not understand. It seemed no matter how many decades rolled by, and how weathered and aged the stoke marker became, his pain, like himself did not diminish. With so many deaths at his hands, this one haunted him. This unrequited love that he snuffed out with his own hands. He lingered in somber memory of that day... the flames, the pain...Jean's voice pleading for a split second to end it before once again the shriek of that firebird roared and seared flesh and bone...and it was done. Logan knelt, and with a razor sharp claw deepened the letters on the faded and weathered stone once more. Even Scott eventually forgave him...but Logan still could not forgive himself. Dusk with some morphs, modded textures and items intended for M4. Tribute to one of the more tragic events of my favorite comics growing up...and to the Passing of the man behind those comics.