"I pulled us up from the Earth," he answered patiently. "I'm moving us through space. But I couldn't do it alone. I wouldn't be able to sustain it without help from our people." He motioned towards the city again, and then flung his hand out towards the emptiness beyond. The meteor began its journey again, picking up speed until the stars were just lines of light flashing past in the darkness again.
Erik turned and finally met his son's gaze, his doleful look convincing but calculated. With a sigh he offered the illusion of apology, watching his Pietro for his reaction. Baiting him into a trap. "I know the way that I brought some of them here was not ideal, that you would not choose to be here. But you're lucky that you are, and so are they, and frankly so am I. We're going to find a new home. We're alive."