She wasn't wrong, yet she was proving his point with every word. Erik finally stepped back from the bars. There was nothing else he had to say to her - and nothing more he wanted to hear from her.
But as he sat down against the back wall of the prison, glove-less hands soaking in the cold of the concrete beneath them, he realized that sh'ed changed his perspective on her. If Enigma could apologize without a trace of the falsity he'd seen on her for so long, then perhaps the world was not exactly as he imagined it.
It was not often that humanity surprised him, and even less often when it was a pleasant surprise.
He left her question unanswered, instead choosing to turn his focus inward. They no longer needed to be enemies. It was enough.