[ Derision is in Charles' own turn away. Bed frame creaks as he finds a place to sit with his back against the wall, a slow and labourious shift of limbs and weight with the kind of settling ease of a prisoner in his cell. Arm rests on bent knee. ]
I expected we'd change the world.
[ Leather rustles as he settles, skull resting back against wall, metal that isn't metal. The silence of an absence of minds is something he is still conscious of, in a way. ]
For the good. But you like it too much.
[ The tilting glance back scopes Erik up and down. ]
no subject
I expected we'd change the world.
[ Leather rustles as he settles, skull resting back against wall, metal that isn't metal. The silence of an absence of minds is something he is still conscious of, in a way. ]
For the good. But you like it too much.
[ The tilting glance back scopes Erik up and down. ]
Killing.