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No, it's okay. I didn't think it was. I guess losing control of certain powers runs in the family. It's just I might type you a novel over text... which I can if it's really easier.

Our power is linked to our emotions. That's how it works at times.

Which would you prefer?

Sometimes I really wish it didn't though. It'd be nice to not have to worry about doing serious damage if things get out of control. Either way is fine. Whichever one you think you'll be able to handle easiest. I mean, no offense, but I don't really want to be on the receiving end of you losing control. But... I also don't want to leave you alone either. None of this can be easy to hear.

I shouldn't tell you the time I almost drowned from my anger, then?

Perhaps voice would be better, then. I can't make promises. Not about this, when it is with regards to the future of us and our kind.

I probably shouldn't tell you about the time I put a lot of people into magically induced comas because someone shot my boyfriend either, huh?

[Not his proudest moment...]

But now I have to ask what stopped you from drowning. Stubbornness also sort of runs in the family after all.

[He switches the feed over then.]

And voice it is.

As long as you don't comment on my fierceness when it comes to a particular friend of mine.

[ Erik sounds exhausted. Mentally, if not physically, and there's a movement as he sits up; he's been in bed for most of the last few days. ]

It was Charles, of course. He is the only man in the world that won't let my stubbornness kill me.

I won't. I can't blame you... I'd do a lot for my friends too.

[It's just his 'a lot' tended to be more self-destructive than resorting to murder or anything.]

Why am I not surprised? You... care a lot for him, don't you? [he pauses.] How are you getting along here? It's... fine if you don't want to talk about it. It just seems like a shame to waste time fighting each other here.

I would do anything for our people, Billy. Anything.

[ Even prison. Even death. Even scapegoating himself for them.

He hesitates before he breathes out. ]

He is from ten years before me. We are attempting to adjust to that.

I know-- Erik. [Is that what he should call him? Magneto seems silly right now, when neither is in costume. Grandpa is a little awkward when he's... not that old yet.

Whatever, that's not the point.] That doesn't always... work out well for you though.

[Maybe he won't be able to change anything at all, but eh... he can try in small ways.]

I hope you figure it out. That's a pretty... big gap. Loki is from a year ahead of me and sometimes that feels entirely too massive.

Why would it ever? Fighting for our kind requires blood, war, the knowledge that if we don't fight we will be slaughtered, taken and used by barbaric humans.

[ He huffs out a noise. ]

I never imagined this fight would end well for me.

[ He's still surprised, at times, to know that he survived Cuba. But as Logan said; he was a survivor. ]

I'm not sure if it's possible. He still remembers me as the same man that chose ideals over friendship - that's not so easy to forgive.

You know that not all humans are barbaric, right? [Feels the need to... say that right now.]

Either way, I'm thinking this might be a debate for another time.

[And maybe after more story time when Erik's gotten a bit more information on his future.]

It's not impossible, I don't think. You've got time here to work on that, if you really want.

And not all mutants are terrorising creatures that are out to end the human race, but that hardly stops them executing and experimenting on us, does it?

[ Really not the right person to be saying this to, grandson.

He shakes his head, pursing his lips, eyes closed as he tries to reign himself. ]

I am going to do what I can for us. All of us. To make sure the worst future doesn't happen where I am from.

[He lets out a sigh -- this sort of got off track, huh?] There are always going to be bad people. It's why we fight, right?

[Or why he fights, even if he got off course for a while... ran away from it all.

He wanted to be a superhero to help everyone.]

It isn't like I'm saying I want our kind to suffer, you know. Or that we should turn a blind eye to people trying to execute or experiment on anyone.

I don't damn the entire human race. I just accept them for what they are; lesser evolved cowards that shy away from the truth because they are too afraid to see what the future holds for them.

[ Nothing is simple and not even this is easy; it's not as if any of this is easy or something to be enjoyed. It's a never ending fight, one he has been fighting since he was barely fourteen. ]

We do not deserve to live in the shadows.

Some of my best friends... my team are humans and they're far from cowards. As a matter of fact, when someone did want to lock me up for being a potential threat, they're the ones who broke me out, who risked everything and wouldn't let me give up. Even when they should probably be scared of me, they aren't.

[No, nothing is simple -- and he knows their experiences are different, vastly so, but what he's saying isn't entirely different than when mutants are all grouped together.]

... No, on that, we agree. We don't.

And humans are the ones that locked me away. Humans are the ones that attempted to set missiles on me and my kind for simply existing when we were the ones that had prevented another war. You might have the best experiences with them but I do not.

[ And he knows he's coloured by it. He does kill humans but it's never without reason; all the people that die at his hand deserve it. ]

I know you don't, and I really can't pretend to know what all you've gone through. And as much as I hate it, I can see why killing would seem like an option in some situations... [But-- that didn't mean he had to approve of it, right? Or agree with it.]

[ There's a pause for a moment, and, then... ]

You and Charles are far too alike. Are you sure you're not his grandson?

I'm like Charles Xavier?

[That's-- kind of surprising to hear, but it does earn a bit of a laugh despite it all.]

Sorry, guess your grandson ended up falling pretty far from the tree.

[That's meant to be a joke.]

Edited (random spaces) 2015-04-21 14:18 (UTC)

It's nothing to be ashamed of. There is no better man to be compared to.

[ Okay that was a bit.

He coughs. ]

Are you being deliberately evasive?

No, I'm not ashamed. He's been a really influential man.

[Which-- is why he was a little surprised, is all. But you know, it's not bad to hear at all.]

No, sorry. We got off track with stuff that... doesn't need to really be discussed at the moment. Let's get back to what you asked me. Just... keep in mind that there are different universes, different timelines. What happens in mind might not even be a thing in yours.

I can only imagine.

[ As if Charles hasn't been the greatest influence in Erik's life other than Sebastian Shaw.

He hesitates for a moment before he voices the question. ]

Did a man named Sebastian Shaw exist in your world?

Yeah.

[He tilts his head curiously. That was deviating a little from Charles' death, but--]

Why?

[ Erik goes tense and it's clear from his voice that that isn't what he wanted to hear. ]

Is he dead?

No...

[Which he has a feeling is the exact opposite of what Erik wants to hear, going by the tension Billy can almost feel, even through the phone.]

In your world?

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