[His expression flickers slightly, pain and acknowledgement both.
There was a reason Erik came into this conversation believing he'd lose his ties to Kitty. What he had done was unforgivable enough on its own. When held up against the Magneto of her world, the sheer horrors he must have faced and stood tall against even then, he's nothing but a sick and twisted shadow. He wants to apologise for ever seeming like he could hold a candle to that. Because he couldn't.
His reasons aren't enough. He can't claim he never wanted it - he remembers wanting everything to burn, to be destroyed, taken from others the way it had been taken from him. It had only grown once En Sabah Nur touched him, sending lighting through his soul and scorching out everything that wasn't pain and rage. After that his memory falls apart, turns murky, and even the things he does remember seemed far away. It had taken Raven's plea and En Sabah Nur moving on Charles to finally break through to him, let him come back up for air. To know he had betrayed them, and himself.
He touches his thumb to the gold ring, to the silver. He returns his focus to seeing this through. It's the least he can do. His gaze doesn't waver.]
I know. It was wrong. [Maybe, if he'd been able to remember her warnings, he wouldn't have faltered. He'll never know.] I regret it. It changes nothing, but I regret it.
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There was a reason Erik came into this conversation believing he'd lose his ties to Kitty. What he had done was unforgivable enough on its own. When held up against the Magneto of her world, the sheer horrors he must have faced and stood tall against even then, he's nothing but a sick and twisted shadow. He wants to apologise for ever seeming like he could hold a candle to that. Because he couldn't.
His reasons aren't enough. He can't claim he never wanted it - he remembers wanting everything to burn, to be destroyed, taken from others the way it had been taken from him. It had only grown once En Sabah Nur touched him, sending lighting through his soul and scorching out everything that wasn't pain and rage. After that his memory falls apart, turns murky, and even the things he does remember seemed far away. It had taken Raven's plea and En Sabah Nur moving on Charles to finally break through to him, let him come back up for air. To know he had betrayed them, and himself.
He touches his thumb to the gold ring, to the silver. He returns his focus to seeing this through. It's the least he can do. His gaze doesn't waver.]
I know. It was wrong. [Maybe, if he'd been able to remember her warnings, he wouldn't have faltered. He'll never know.] I regret it. It changes nothing, but I regret it.