[ Does he mean being Jewish or being a mutant? Either way, he gets very little in the way of respect from the masses, even now. Years might have passed since the 1940s, he might be far older than the boy who had been ripped from his home, but he has seen the worst of humanity. He had been victim to the worst of humanity. It's no wonder, then, that he doesn't want to be under the heel of them again, clinging and thriving to the idea of being a superior mutation of people.
Though he might act with the pride and power of a man born royal, Erik is nothing of the sort. Common as muck, some might think, less than human in the eyes of some and worth less than the food he needed to survive. His mind is a myriad of anger and irritation, so he shoves it all away, compartmentalising it as he focuses on the here and now. The last thing he needs is a wayward telepath coming to butt his head in.
A poke to his skin is distraction enough, and he watches her, the way the water glides over her body, and lets that emotion lead rather than his rage. ]
It's better to be alone at the top than with thousands at the bottom.
[ The way he speaks - that's first-hand experience. It rings with a truth of knowledge, and he shakes his head as he turns his attention back to her face properly, to look at her. Whatever she might think of him, it's clear that he means what he says. There's a brutal, painful honesty in his words. ]
And I won't be entirely alone. I intend to bring my brothers and sisters with me, to take their rightful place.
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[ Does he mean being Jewish or being a mutant? Either way, he gets very little in the way of respect from the masses, even now. Years might have passed since the 1940s, he might be far older than the boy who had been ripped from his home, but he has seen the worst of humanity. He had been victim to the worst of humanity. It's no wonder, then, that he doesn't want to be under the heel of them again, clinging and thriving to the idea of being a superior mutation of people.
Though he might act with the pride and power of a man born royal, Erik is nothing of the sort. Common as muck, some might think, less than human in the eyes of some and worth less than the food he needed to survive. His mind is a myriad of anger and irritation, so he shoves it all away, compartmentalising it as he focuses on the here and now. The last thing he needs is a wayward telepath coming to butt his head in.
A poke to his skin is distraction enough, and he watches her, the way the water glides over her body, and lets that emotion lead rather than his rage. ]
It's better to be alone at the top than with thousands at the bottom.
[ The way he speaks - that's first-hand experience. It rings with a truth of knowledge, and he shakes his head as he turns his attention back to her face properly, to look at her. Whatever she might think of him, it's clear that he means what he says. There's a brutal, painful honesty in his words. ]
And I won't be entirely alone. I intend to bring my brothers and sisters with me, to take their rightful place.