Who: Mathias Hunter (OPEN to anyone on the asteroid) What: The musings of a man who got what he wanted. Where: Space, the final frontier. When: Whenever.
Small. That's how the earth looked from here. There were other words that came to mind, tried and true phrases that sounded far more eloquent than the five combined letters he used to describe his home. Mathias didn't care to be poetic, his soul was a steady thing more inclined to be practical than whimsical and Erik had depths that only the ocean could reach. Different as they were both men had one thing in common - they were devoid of any attachment to their home and yet...
Even from here, thousands of miles away he could still feel earth's electromagnetic field. It hummed and sang to him in a voice that only he could hear and that unmistakable presence brought back his gaze time and time again. Magneto's dream had been realized the day they left, the sanctuary they offered had been taken up gladly though as the years passed the stream of arrivals had slowed to a trickle and then nothing at all. He had no reason to look back, to ponder the place that he had whole'heartedly abandoned and it bothered him that he was here doing exactly that.
"Do you miss it?" The presence behind him would not go unnoticed. For all the powers and personalities on Asteroid M there was only one king of the castle and it would be a poor thing if he was so easily surprised. "Earth, that is."