[It felt more cautious, or at least Erik imagined it did. He couldn't be entirely sure Charles was there with him, but he had to assume his fellow mutant would take the opportunity to use his power. It was natural. It SHOULD be natural. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaled, then sifted through those memories. The pretty gypsy girl who had been the object of his first crush. How she had disappeared from his life with the passing of the Nuremberg laws, how he hadn't seen her again until Auschwitz. How gaunt and frail they had both been when they escaped, at the end of the war, how he had, eventually, left her to pursue Shaw. It was there, laid bare, because he still couldn't tell the story any other way.]
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