Re: Quicklog: Nora/Erik
[At her surprise about the French, he smiled.] I'm from Germany originally, I know French better than English. [Erik was amused with her show of spirit. So there was life in her after all.] Figure of speech, my dear. I call all of Charles' people his strays. I was one of them, once, long ago. But friends turn into enemies with the right reasons. [And they had the very best reasons for going in separate directions. Erik didn't consider himself an enemy, although he knew at the same time he was. This situation was more complicated than he expected, and his eyes were momentarily calculating. At the same time, he wouldn't simply turn over Nora to them. No, not that, she would be imprisoned or worse, and neither were acceptable to him.]
I was in a prison for ten years recently, I understand your fear. [It was worse than that. Ten years in solitary, without any ability to use his powers. That was the worst part. He lost all sense of the metal that sang to him, of the feeling of it between his fingertips. It was worse than the lack of sunlight and fresh air. Worse than the beatings and torture. He doubted Charles would make it that simple, he was always squeamish about the worst parts. But he wasn't about to give her that glimmer of hope.] Stay here with us.