In the womb

In her riotous womb he developed. Infused with vexing thoughts. Drenched with agony. Branded with scalding memories. Her stress and her trauma became his. Fear, panic, anxiety. An inner bloodstew of potent empathy and drowning waves of pain. How would all of this affect her son? Would he not be born some emotional basketcase? Part of her wondered if it was better for him to be formed like Logan. Immune and unconscious to love. Vacant of true feelings. And if he was?