[ Erik is painfully aware of the impact that he has on others when he chooses it, a charisma that he can't do anything except lean into - because it means he gets what he wants, and sometimes he doesn't have to resort to violence. His anger does get the better of him more often than not, but considering the kind of person he was chasing after and the people he was killing... He doesn't think that he can be blamed entirely.
The blood on his hands is deserved. Those people had earned their deaths, and Erik won't hear any arguments otherwise.
Disappointment does settle in his gut at the reminder, but he shakes his head. ] You're not the first I've met. [ Not that he's going to share. He might be aware of whom the telepaths are, now that he's met them, and nothing would keep him too far from Charles Xavier if he thought it was safe to be close to him, but... ] We're not alone.
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The blood on his hands is deserved. Those people had earned their deaths, and Erik won't hear any arguments otherwise.
Disappointment does settle in his gut at the reminder, but he shakes his head. ] You're not the first I've met. [ Not that he's going to share. He might be aware of whom the telepaths are, now that he's met them, and nothing would keep him too far from Charles Xavier if he thought it was safe to be close to him, but... ] We're not alone.
[ Ah. The phrasing...
It makes him look wistful. ]