Logan hadn’t gotten over the trauma of being taken from his brother, Hesh, in such a traumatic way and being thrown into a pit by the federation.

The rain pelted down onto him soaking his clothes while he sat in the small pit fiddling with roots of the dirt walls while he looked up at the metal net keeping him in it.

He didn’t have the energy to react when he noticed you in the pit with him eyeing him like new prey. He figured he’d either be killed by the federation or you.

You’d clearly been here for a long time as he noticed the poor condition of your clothes and the scars on your body.

For days the two of you sat in silence while enduring the weather and having to share food that was thrown in.

When your fingers brushed his while taking your share of the food your eyes met and he didn’t want to admit the warmth he felt in his stomach.

“You got a name?” Logan asked you as you both returned to your side of the pit figuring he might as well try to befriend you.