from the Magneto: Origins script

[afflictthecomfortable]

No. Absolutely not. I'm not interested in making a mockery of my life so that you can enjoy a game. My life is not a game, and if it was I have lost over, and over, and over.

Human nature never changes, does it: there will always be bullies, always be those who think that they can get away with something means they should do it. Well I'm done enduring it. Just - leave me be. It's better for us both.

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[fridgetothefire]

You giving up?

[Neutral, quiet, just a little steely. She wouldn't expect it from him. She looks very much like Magda, if Magda were less worn down, but not quite. She has his jaw.]

[comforttheafflicted]

I don't think she plans on making a mockery of your life, Erik.

[afflictthecomfortable]

That's not--

[But he sees it right away, sees who she looks like, whose eyes she has, and something is detonating inside him. He's staring at a ghost, and even after everything, there's no way to know how to react to this.]

I didn't - give up, I never-- [asdfkjasdf his voice is barely a whisper when he goes on.]

Anya?

[afflictthecomfortable]

You know what they say about good intentions, don't you?

[comforttheafflicted]

Yes, and while I don't think it's necessarily unfair of you to regard this with some suspicion, I also don't think you should be so quick to judge her. [This is all said gently, although Charles shut up, you know full well how this sort of thing usually goes.]

[fridgetothefire]

[She smiles, just a tiny bit at the corner of her mouth. She doesn't know this one yet, but she likes seeing him react, likes being important enough to stun him.]

I am.

[fine_young]

People are always cruel, yes. And such as you and I know that the best.

[afflictthecomfortable]

[He laughs, though he thinks he's crying, too, and he's not even a little ashamed.]

You're all grown up.

[afflictthecomfortable]

[srsly Charles B(]

We both know time will only give me something concrete to judge. [LET HIM LIVE BY HIS SNAP JUDGMENTS, GOD.]

[comforttheafflicted]

[MAYBE YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO HIM FOR ONCE!!!]

And it doesn't occur to you that perhaps you'll find something worthwhile?

[afflictthecomfortable]

Yet here we are anyway.

[afflictthecomfortable]

[WHY WOULD HE DO THAT]

The odds are astronomical.

I like your username choice, by the way :D

[fine_young]

Because we are survivors. We fight back.

[comforttheafflicted]

[BECAUSE SOMETIMES HE'S RIGHT?]

That doesn't make it impossible.

[justonetouch]

Seems pretty rich to be coming from you.

[afflictthecomfortable]

[BUT. NOT ALWAYS SO THERE]

You know as well as I how likely it is this will turn sour.

hahah, ty! I love using quotes for usernames c:

[afflictthecomfortable]

If you still carry it with you, you haven't survived it yet. [He says it like he's repeating someone else's words.]

[afflictthecomfortable]

And that's extremely rich, coming from a stranger.

It's a good quote, and should be obeyed more often

[fine_young]

Then we won't survive it, will we? Because some wounds never heal. Especially ones like--well. *His eyes flicker to Erik's wrist.*

[comforttheafflicted]

[SO THERE WHAT, ERIK.]

And when it does, I'm sure you'll be happy to say "I told you so".

[fridgetothefire]

[It softens her, and she ducks her head, not shy but a little bit chagrined, a little unsure how to talk to him. She lifts on shoulder, not actually awkward, just suggesting it.]

Almost twenty.

[butwhytho]

Theoretically, if you've lost the game of life multiple times, wouldn't that mean you've died?

[yeah yeah coming from peter parker this is totally ridiculous but shh]

[afflictthecomfortable]

Twenty-- [And he's laughing again, because he can't quite fathom that she's had this whole life, that she lived, and he doesn't even notice the awkwardness. Just drags a hand across his cheek, over an eye, wiping away wetness.]

I suppose you don't drag teddy bears everywhere you go anymore.

[afflictthecomfortable]

[oh like he has a plan]

I don't know if happy is the right word.

[afflictthecomfortable]

[He doesn't flinch away but, well - there are reasons he always wears long sleeves.]

You were there?

[afflictthecomfortable]

That's a bit more literal than I intended. [pete, no]

[fridgetothefire]

I'm afraid not.

[The awkwardness was mostly intentional before, a little bit set out to dispel any more, but it's growing in the face of his sheer joy, because she doesn't know how to match that, and doesn't know what she can say about herself that wouldn't diminish it.]

Do you. Want a hug?

[fine_young]

Not in the camps. But I spent the winter of 44-45 huddled in a shack, trying and failing to save my parents' corpses from the wolves.

Later I failed to save my sister from the human wolves that took that safe haven from us, but in the end I found and killed them.

[butwhytho]

[don't tell pider-Ma what to do das rude]

Aren't you a little old to be complaining about bullies?

[comforttheafflicted]

[we could work together to make one js]

I suppose not.

[wedonot]

[Something is off, and it's sort of difficult to put his finger on exactly, because you look the same, but...]

Are you alright?