[ Diana turns to look at him. Erik braces for her anger, recrimination, or even simple disgust. But when he meets her eye, and sees only compassion in her expression, he knows what is coming before she gives voice to it.
Listen carefully, my friend. Killing Shaw will not bring you peace.
It's no easier to hear now than it was twenty years ago. To be so starkly reminded of his own brokeness. Of why he can never be with Charles. Why is position among his own kind will always be on the outskirts. Why so many of them will never be able to accept him as one of their own. He has come to accept this for himself. To use it as a tool, something to help him keep others from sharing his fate.
The one time he had allowed himself to listen, to lower his guard and stop fighting was with Magda. ]
Peace has never been possible for me. The men who are responsible for that are dead.
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Listen carefully, my friend. Killing Shaw will not bring you peace.
It's no easier to hear now than it was twenty years ago. To be so starkly reminded of his own brokeness. Of why he can never be with Charles. Why is position among his own kind will always be on the outskirts. Why so many of them will never be able to accept him as one of their own. He has come to accept this for himself. To use it as a tool, something to help him keep others from sharing his fate.
The one time he had allowed himself to listen, to lower his guard and stop fighting was with Magda. ]
Peace has never been possible for me. The men who are responsible for that are dead.
[ All of them, even Apocalypse. ]
This is the life I have.