[It was perhaps a testament to how tightly controlled Erik was that he had managed not to overturn every item of furniture, shatter every breakable object in his room. He sat instead on the edge of his bed, facing out the window, staring at the stars that looked almost stationary, back to the door. He wasn't sure he wanted to bother answering the door when he heard the knock.
Magda. He could stare out the window and remember her as she was as a child, the girl who worked as a maid with her mother at his school. His first crush. His first love. He could blink, and see her in the gypsy camp, gaunt and dying. He could remember escaping with her, an arm around her shoulders as they ran, and ran, and ran.
And he could close his eyes, and see his marriage on Sanitarium Island, his happy life, his happy wife, his child. His Anya, who he loved. That was harder to bear than the things he'd done, the people he'd killed. People died; they very rarely came back.
He did answer the door, eventually. Pulling the door open, he looked down at Charles, helmet firmly in place.]
What do you want? [It was gruff, maybe gruffer than he meant it. He should be alone, now; he shouldn't be sharing this with anyone, even Charles.]
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Magda. He could stare out the window and remember her as she was as a child, the girl who worked as a maid with her mother at his school. His first crush. His first love. He could blink, and see her in the gypsy camp, gaunt and dying. He could remember escaping with her, an arm around her shoulders as they ran, and ran, and ran.
And he could close his eyes, and see his marriage on Sanitarium Island, his happy life, his happy wife, his child. His Anya, who he loved. That was harder to bear than the things he'd done, the people he'd killed. People died; they very rarely came back.
He did answer the door, eventually. Pulling the door open, he looked down at Charles, helmet firmly in place.]
What do you want? [It was gruff, maybe gruffer than he meant it. He should be alone, now; he shouldn't be sharing this with anyone, even Charles.]