[ If Erik hadn’t already encountered the fact that he had children in alternate universes - more children than he already knew he had, another beyond his Nina - he might be a little more skeptical. Luckily for Lorna, he’s been given a pretty solid overview about his children and grandchildren and has begun to accept it for whichever other Erik had them. It makes sense, at least, for Lorna to be some Erik’s child.
She has his mutation. He can’t help but feel a little proud.
It’s clear to him as well that they share more than just a mutation. The careful expression, the measured nature of their conversation, gently probing to find out more - it’s clever, and very much in line with what he’d do.
At least he can be a little more relaxed. Maybe. ]
Magneto? It is me. [ Once, he would’ve been tremendously proud of his name, his title. He’s old and tired now, however, and the pain of grief is still aching his bones. ] Erik Lehnsherr. Magneto. They all mean the same thing.
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She has his mutation. He can’t help but feel a little proud.
It’s clear to him as well that they share more than just a mutation. The careful expression, the measured nature of their conversation, gently probing to find out more - it’s clever, and very much in line with what he’d do.
At least he can be a little more relaxed. Maybe. ]
Magneto? It is me. [ Once, he would’ve been tremendously proud of his name, his title. He’s old and tired now, however, and the pain of grief is still aching his bones. ] Erik Lehnsherr. Magneto. They all mean the same thing.