<div class="floatleft">(http://i1253.photobucket.com/albums/hh596/honoraryorange/MU/Characters/3f8fb482-4d30-4e04-9e42-e0c921f6254b_zpsf053236a.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name</strong>: Daken<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Headmaster's Office<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 1, morning<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Shirtless, black jeans, tattoos, shirt tucked into back of pants<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wolverine<br/><hr/>"I still don't know why I should believe anything you're saying," Daken said almost petulantly, even though he knew better. In a small room like this Daken would be able to tell. At least he thought so, anyways. He wasn't sure what to make of all of this, of what Wolverine was saying, of what Romulus had told him. Hell, even Daken's foster parents had killed themselves. If ever there was a fucked up upbringing, it was his.<br/><br/>And what Wolverine had said about the mutations had been right. Hell, Daken  remember even when he was in his teens the word was unknown. There were no superheroes really, at least not outside of the likes of Captain America and a few of his enemies and those were all mostly science experiments, not real mutants.<br/><br/>Was Wolverine telling the truth after all? Daken stared back into Wolverine's eyes, searching for the answers.<br/><br/>"I know Romulus was lying," he said after several long moments, "But I still don't know how I'm supposed to believe you. I guess... I guess I don't know why you'd lie. Not now. But..."<br/><br/>Daken wanted to accept this, wanted it so bad. But changing your mind about essentially your entire life, it wasn't something easily done.