Upgraded to a disciple

“You owe me.”“Excuse me?”“You owe me. Not because I’m your lord and saviour, mind you. You, yes you specifically, owe me for...”“For what exactly?” Pyro snorts, staring at the absurd figure of an antihero standing before him.“Solving your biggest problem. Remember her? The reason you felt the need to hand in your last resignation in a form of half a magazine? Would have been the whole thing if Logan wasn’t feeling punchy, wouldn’t it, hot stuff?” the merc with the mouth replies, now actually sounding like he is in a hurry. Glancing over his shoulder at the half-translucent portal he just walked in through. “How do you think she died? You’re welcome.”“You solved my problem,” he repeats, certain he couldn’t have heard that right. “The one I was in the process of solving before your pet Logan got involved? That problem?”“The very same. And I know what you’re thinking. That does feel like a fun thing to have a prolonged argument about when I come back to pick up my dog.”