[ Erik has not yet reached a level of desire to kill all of humanity - that’s not what he wants. He’s seen what that kind of thinking does, how extreme it can become, and that’s not where his heart lies. What he knows is this: there will not be peace until mutants are accepted, protected, even separate from the rest of the world. He’s seen how easily humanity turns on this they don’t understand or know, and it means he’s filled with a bitterness that he can’t escape.
Irritation does little to ground him, to make him relax. There’s no peace in him. Not right now.
The metal keeps coiling and touching as she shifts, and his eyes are alight as he watches her come to life.
Once Erik had found out he wasn’t alone, wasn’t some kind of freakish monster, he’d grown an awe and fascination with mutation and the power that comes with it. It didn’t matter to him whether or not a mutation had a particular strength, focus, grit to it - all of them were worth protecting, as all of them would be killed under a human hand. Even in the weaker kinds of people there were some less suited to the kind of war he anticipated.
Watching Alina work, his eyes grow dark, his interest obvious. She has power and strength, but it’s the beauty of mutation - of being a ‘Grisha’ - that gives him the most relief. There’s something to be said for knowing he’s not entire alone in himself, that there’s others here, despite the horror of captivity grinding on him once again.
His lips settle into a smile more pleased than smirkish, and he nods his head. ]
Marvellous. [ No blind adoration or worship here. Erik has met strong mutants before, so he is not awed by her. He is one of them. ] You should be proud of your power, no matter what you call it.
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Irritation does little to ground him, to make him relax. There’s no peace in him. Not right now.
The metal keeps coiling and touching as she shifts, and his eyes are alight as he watches her come to life.
Once Erik had found out he wasn’t alone, wasn’t some kind of freakish monster, he’d grown an awe and fascination with mutation and the power that comes with it. It didn’t matter to him whether or not a mutation had a particular strength, focus, grit to it - all of them were worth protecting, as all of them would be killed under a human hand. Even in the weaker kinds of people there were some less suited to the kind of war he anticipated.
Watching Alina work, his eyes grow dark, his interest obvious. She has power and strength, but it’s the beauty of mutation - of being a ‘Grisha’ - that gives him the most relief. There’s something to be said for knowing he’s not entire alone in himself, that there’s others here, despite the horror of captivity grinding on him once again.
His lips settle into a smile more pleased than smirkish, and he nods his head. ]
Marvellous. [ No blind adoration or worship here. Erik has met strong mutants before, so he is not awed by her. He is one of them. ] You should be proud of your power, no matter what you call it.