[ Something in her breaks, some tremulous strength fracturing under the weight of his words. It wouldn't be easier if he were anyone else, because she knows him. Despite their differences, he's still Erik; the core of him is the same as the old man she's carried in her head all these years. And if she knows anything about Erik Lehnsherr, it's that he fights for mutants.
That he would have fought for her if he'd known.
She doesn't realize she's crying until it's too late, her throat tightening and vision blurring. He doesn't deserve this, she should be stronger than this, but she can't bring herself to leave. ]
I can't hide. [ Her voice cracks on each syllable and it hurts. Everything hurts. ] My mutation is in my skin and I-- [ Her hands are bare. ]
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That he would have fought for her if he'd known.
She doesn't realize she's crying until it's too late, her throat tightening and vision blurring. He doesn't deserve this, she should be stronger than this, but she can't bring herself to leave. ]
I can't hide. [ Her voice cracks on each syllable and it hurts. Everything hurts. ] My mutation is in my skin and I-- [ Her hands are bare. ]
I'm so tired of fighting.