Erik turned his wrist, just enough to close his fingers around Wanda's hand. "Don't be," he said gently. There was the faintest smile when he said: "Those people are dead now."
He didn't often get pleasure out of it, or the closure that he thought he would. Sometimes he felt like he'd feel better with revenge, but he only walked away with the satisfaction that some sort of justice had been done. It didn't fix the broken parts of him, it just felt like a relief, knowing that they wouldn't enjoy themselves without guilt for another day.
"I'd like to see more of what you do," he said after a moment. "If you'd let me. Talk to you. People like us need to stick together."