Wolverine has definitely turned into a lonely beast. He never really trusted anyone but the world's lunacy has now had him lock himself in. He spends his days in a dressing gown, trying to read classics. Yet he is mostly irked by novels: Austen sends poisonous darts in a jungle of futile rules, Zola's tiresome castles always end up collapsing... Essays are even worse, as they try to understand a meaningless world. Now Wolverine longs for fresh air, but he restrains himself: humanity can die in rivers of blood, he won't try to help anymore, thank you very much. He once was a superhero but he has learnt that crowds' gratefulness is a one-day flower, then you go back to feeling different and unwelcome. So he plays video games and puts on weight. Then one day he gets a letter.
Picture by Yago Partal
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