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When Storm arrived, she would find Erik sitting at one of the outdoor tables, his back to the wall so he had a view of the street. A sunny afternoon made the sunglasses and fedora not seem suspicious to the average passerby, but he did also have the good sense not to advertise his face in public.
He looked up when she approached, gestured to the chair across from him, giving it just enough of a nudge with his power to push it out for her slightly.
"I was certain you'd change your mind."
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Date: 5 Jun 2014 14:19 (UTC)no subject
Date: 5 Jun 2014 23:50 (UTC)Not to mention that no matter how different mutants could sometimes seem from the rest of humanity, the fact remained that most of them were born from entirely 'normal' parents, and in actual fact not all children with mutant parents were mutants themselves. If it was in the nature of people to hate what they could not understand, and to kill it, then one almost had to assume that mutants shared this trait.
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Date: 6 Jun 2014 00:00 (UTC)"I've seen it before."
He crossed his arms. Unconsciously protecting himself?
"The rhetoric is the same. Now there are rumblings of a law requiring mutants to identify themselves and be registered. Do you know what happens next? Because I do. And if we let it get that far, it will be too late."
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Date: 6 Jun 2014 15:15 (UTC)She has an idea what parallels he might be seeing here, and she would be lying if she said that she doesn't see them too. She can see them all too clearly, really.
But declaring war on humanity simply doesn't seem like the way to go.
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Date: 6 Jun 2014 17:22 (UTC)He watched her as he spoke.
"We have to stop them now. Before they pass a law that endangers us all."
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Date: 6 Jun 2014 18:15 (UTC)"What happened to you?"
Because that was one hell of a specific vision of how things were going to turn out.
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Date: 6 Jun 2014 20:45 (UTC)He shrugged out of his jacket, letting it hang over the back of his chair, then unbuttoned the cuff of his left sleeve, rolling it up with precision.
"I was catalogued," he told her. He gave the sleeve one more roll, then turned his inner forearm towards her, revealing the unmistakable trademark of Auschwitz. "For liquidation."
He didn't leave it open to her for long. As the word 'liquidation' left his mouth, he withdrew his arm, shoving his sleeve back down to his wrist with sharp tugs.
"I've heard these arguments before. Nobody believed it would happen, because they didn't want to consider that human beings were capable of perpetrating the murder of civilians - unarmed men, women and children - with factory efficiency, with as little care as you'd step on an ant. And that was their mistake, because that's exactly what happened."
He folded his hands on the table between them and met her with steely eyes.
"Now, when it comes down to it, how do you think they're going to solve... What is it they're calling it? Oh, right. 'The Mutant Problem'."
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Date: 7 Jun 2014 01:02 (UTC)It all made sense now. Everything he was doing, everything he wanted to accomplish.
She still didn't agree, but she could see it now. She could see what he saw through the lens of his own experience. She could grasp why he was so insistent that this was all going to end in systematic erasure of them all.
"I don't know."
That was the truth, and yes, sometimes she was afraid that what Erik feared really was how things were going to end.
"So what's your plan for stopping it?"
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Date: 7 Jun 2014 01:52 (UTC)no subject
Date: 7 Jun 2014 02:10 (UTC)Just what was he after? What sort of world was it that he was trying to build?
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Date: 7 Jun 2014 02:36 (UTC)