Both sides of him were as real as Logan came. There was an honest chord to him that fought for the sorts of thing men should fight for. But there was the beast as well and the beast thought only of survival. He could be protective and loyal, but only to the point that his safety was threatened. Peggy represented a cog in a greater beast that he knew he had no hope of successfully fighting off. He didn't need to be caught to know what lay in store for a mutant and especially one that didn't die.

He watched her silently stand and move along on her own through the pain and injury. He himself did not budge. She was entitled to her pride, but she was not worth risking his own survival. Not many people were. Like her, he said nothing. But unlike her, he was making no special effort to resume their journey.