From Origins, Gods of War Logan’s Character Interview Luke is the first speaker, asking questions and Logan gives his answers (more or less) What’s your name? You know my damn name, Luke. I knew this was gonna be stupid. You agreed to this—so shut up and just cooperate. Now, tell me your name for the record. Logan. Your real name. (Heavy sigh) William Logan. I prefer Logan. Okay, now tell a little about your background. My background? (Exasperated voice) Like where you were born and your parents and siblings. You know…you’re just being difficult. (Breathes another heavy sigh) I was born in Commerce, Georgia. Why would anybody give a shit about that, Luke? Work with me, damn it. What do your mom and dad do for a living? Mom is a housewife and Dad has a construction business. What did you eat for breakfast? Seriously? Okay, okay, don’t give me that look. We ate at Waffle House. Together. You had waffles and I had eggs and sausage and biscuits. And some of those hash browns. Smothered in onions. I love onions. Do you have a cat? Do I have a…? What the fuck, Luke? Do you wish you were a cat? I’m gonna punch you in the face. What is your ethnic background? I think that’s a racist question. What difference does that make? Why do you need to know that shit? Just trying to give people an idea about the things that shaped your personality. Made you who you are. Okay, forget that. Name a few places you’ve lived. Besides Homer, Georgia? Columbus Georgia, where Ft. Benning is. Afghanistan. Oh, and Leavenworth Kansas. Not that I saw much of that. What was your favorite subject in school? None of them. Well, P.E. was okay. Friends? Right now? You and Rio, for sure. I hope the rest of the team, but you two are all I need. Enemies? Everybody else. I can’t afford to let my guard down. Relationship with God? Dude, I think I am a god. Maybe. The jury’s still out on that one. I think it might be cool to be a god of war. Like that one you told me about—that guy Mars. I looked him up and he was a total badass. Do you like yourself? I love me. And I will do my best to take care of myself. And you, of course. Goes without saying. Are you lying to yourself about something? Are we going to make it through all this? What kind of question is that? We’re doing all right so far, right? I don’t want to talk about this. Next… What do you think people notice first about you? No doubt, my good looks. I’ve been told I look a little like Channing Tatum. Why are you laughing? Stop laughing. Best way to spend a weekend? On the lake with a beer in one hand and a fishing pole in the other. Pets? I have a dog. I should say you have a dog. He’s a pain in the ass, but…okay, okay, don’t frown at me. He grows on you, okay? But if he doesn’t quit all that snoring at night, he’s going back to a shelter. And passing gas! Did you smell that last night? (looks at Luke suspiciously) That wasn’t you, was it? What do you do when you’re drunk? I get a little romantic. A little handsy. You seem to like it though. What do you do when you’re angry? You don’t want to see me angry. When sad, do you cry? I’m a man, ain’t I? Fuck no, I don’t fucking cry. Jeez, what a question. Are we through yet? Things that cheer you up? I can take you to bed and show you. Things that annoy you? Keep asking me these stupid questions. Hopes and dreams? Right now, I’m just hoping to make it through this stupid ass interview. I’m dreaming it’s over already. Who do you most care about in the world? Damn it, you know this. I don’t like these sappy questions. Don’t look at me like that—okay, you! I care most about you. Happy? Okay? Next question. I’m the kind of person who… Just wants to live a normal, fucking life. I want to wake up in the morning beside you and take Rio for walks and sit around in the evenings watching tv and then take you back to bed. I just want to be normal. That’s all. I’m done—are you coming?