[ There are so many emotions coiling deep within her right now that they feel so overwhelming, she could feel her chest begin to burst. Never once did she imagine he'd actually meet him. She had heard stories of who he is, saw news reports of the things he had done, mostly bad, mostly terrible. And for the entirety of her formative years, when she was lashing out, she grappled with what it meant to have the same powers of an international terrorist, to have his DNA and blood coursing inside her.
How could you leave me? How could you not come back for me? she wanted to ask. Has asked multiple times growing up. The walls of her teenage bedroom only echoed them back to her. Now, there's someone to answer, and he even knows her name. And it squeezes something deeply fierce inside the very recesses of her being hearing it from him.
And yet even with the longing, of childhood memories rising into her consciousness that were long buried into the ether, anger begins to bubble and it's evident in her voice. The world might've hated Magneto, she told herself on her 14th birthday, but she hated him more. ]
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How could you leave me? How could you not come back for me? she wanted to ask. Has asked multiple times growing up. The walls of her teenage bedroom only echoed them back to her. Now, there's someone to answer, and he even knows her name. And it squeezes something deeply fierce inside the very recesses of her being hearing it from him.
And yet even with the longing, of childhood memories rising into her consciousness that were long buried into the ether, anger begins to bubble and it's evident in her voice. The world might've hated Magneto, she told herself on her 14th birthday, but she hated him more. ]
How do you know my name?