"Is it worth re-living the past when the future looks much brighter?" The question was a rhetorical one, they both thrived in the darkness. Both were born into it, but the situations had changed for the pair of them. No longer were they bound to the darkness from whence they came, they had the opportunity now to lay new foundation. Even if that, too, was still shroud in the thick blackness. This time it was their choice to allow themselves the solace of the darkness or perhaps to change it and shape in ways that only they knew how.
Had he asked specific questions, perhaps she would have indulged his curiosity for the sake of the conversation. But he hadn't. Was it truly important to be personal? Maybe. She had her own wonders about him, his accent was something she was familiar with but not the origin of the dialect. It sounded older, not as profound but still as rich in tone and syllable.
She had offered Hannibal a sample of what her plight had been and he tossed it aside as more of a circus sideshow. While he was correct, the quick dismissal of her past had not been an easy thing to endure. Though it had come with some relief, his words, that they had stood on the same page the world she had come from had been her own. And she would have been nothing without it.
Mag tilted her head and smiled a bit at Erik, "I am not a woman to give my word on something without the intent to see it through. Of course I will still sing for you." How could she not? She had worked too hard to get herself where she was to turn back now.