[ He's standing, Charles is holding himself up on two legs and that can only mean one thing. He's dreaming. It has to be so. A dream like this is bitter-sweet, too cruel but not close enough to a nightmare.
Erik steps away from the shadows for a moment, tries to hold on to his inner strength. His power twists around the metal fixtures in the room, not doing anything, but holding on like a security blanket.
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Erik steps away from the shadows for a moment, tries to hold on to his inner strength. His power twists around the metal fixtures in the room, not doing anything, but holding on like a security blanket.
Softly. ] Hello, Charles.