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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?

I killed him.

[ It's almost frightening, the way that Erik's voice drops and he sounds hard, a little broken. He's getting more and more tense and he can't handle it. ]

Of course you did...

[Why else would he really even bring it up? Billy is quiet for a while before he breathes out a sigh.]

So, there's a pretty big difference between our worlds.

[ Erik is quiet for a long moment, desperately long, and he hisses out air between his teeth. To think Shaw is still alive in another world... ]

I'll kill him again.

How are you going to do that?

[Billy isn't -- really sure he's the guy to talk his grandfather down from murder, but.

He can try the sensible route at least.]

You'd have to get to our world first. [He pauses.] And don't ask me if I can take you there so you can go murder someone.

You have no idea -

[ His voice snaps off and Erik is silent for a long time. He aches. It hurts. He doesn't know what to say and he closes his eyes, glad it's voice and not video. ]

It doesn't matter.

I'm sure I don't.

[Billy's reply is short. They'll have to trade stories sometimes, maybe, when things are calmer, but...

Right now, it doesn't seem like it's going to go any place good.]

It seems like it does. But-- right. Do you want to keep going?

Yes.

[ There's no point telling this boy anything, even if he might get a vindictive sort of pleasure out of it. All he can do is raise his voice and say it again, trying to fight back his rage. ]

Tell me everything.

... Okay.

[It's not going to be an easy story to tell, not when he has no idea what all Erik knows or how similar their worlds might be, but he does try. He explains about the Avengers and the X-Men, the fight that ensued and all the causes, and the Phoenix Force. Even being an Avenger himself, he'd... stopped fighting at the time. He hadn't wanted to be involved in anything else that could potentially cost more friends their lives or give himself another chance to make mistakes.

Erik might notice that he leaves out a lot of names where he can. It's better that way, he thinks. Erik -- isn't the most stable. He'll get bent on revenge or something. He'll want death and justice. He'll want to stop the problems before they begin. It won't be pretty.]

... I know it's probably confusing, but-- it's what lead to Charles Xavier's death. It's how it happened.

[ Erik is silent for most of what Billy says. He keeps his mouth shut because he's worried that if he opens his mouth he might end up screaming, shouting from the rooftops about the folly of humankind, how stupid and foolish they are and how it all came down to Charles' death. All these things that lead up to his only friend being ripped from him and it leaves him feeling twitchy, like he has too much energy burning under his skin.

He doesn't care about the missing names. He knows why it's done - he knows his own anger. Schmidt to Shaw, Klaus to Sebastian, he had tracked a man with names across the globe and he'd killed him -- he'd do the same for whoever dared to kill Charles. It's safer to keep them away from him, he's sure. Behind him he knows metal is shaking, vibrating in tune with him, but he manages to smother it. ]

I see.

[ What more can he say. ]

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