ERIK

                      _{A BITTER LAUGH LEAVES THIN LIPS. ❝You think it matters to me if i am liked or not?❞ it’s a valid question, no ones opinion has e v e r really mattered to Erik, or so he tells himself.  ❝Perhaps not                 but as my son is not here to make his own opinions on the matter, i think we can drop that subject Wanda.❞ IT PAINS HIM MORE THAN SHE WOULD BELIEVE. To have lost another child.}

“Everyone likes to know they are liked. By at least someone.” At least, that was what her experience told her. From what she found in people’s mind. She herself didn’t care about e v e r y o n e. But her team mattered. And Pietro before that. “I suppose we can. But I need to know, are you here because of what I can do? Would you care if I wasn’t a mutant.”