[ She opens the folder and starts looking through the information. ]
Well... It's not a pleasant idea but the motivation behind it isn't entirely unreasonable. Mutants can be criminals too, and a lot of us are awfully hard to lock up.
"Tell me I'm wrong!" he shouted. He grabbed the file and threw it on the ground. "You all seem to think I'm so set on this vision of the future because I want it, somehow. Take it away," he implored. "SHOW ME THAT I'M WRONG!"
"Then tell me how!" Storm didn't even try to keep her temper under control anymore, and above them the skies darkened. "What do you want from me, Erik? What would convince you?"
"If I do it and you hear about it later, what are you going to..." He trails off and turns away, still pacing. "You think I'm wrong. You think this isn't the way to stop them."
"I won't hate you, I'll just want to send you to prison."
Actually she wouldn't want that either, but she would do the right thing. They were very similar that way, really. Only trying to do the right thing, even if they rarely agreed on what the right thing was.
He pulled away from her, pacing restlessly around the room, but not leaving. Not even considering leaving. It was a plea, if it was anything. And he didn't like begging to start with.
"I've asked you for that. I even brought you with me to find you a cure for the cure and you betrayed me. What do you mean, you want us to be a team? What sort of team?" Erik asked, stopping his pacing to level his gaze at her.
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What's the matter?
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Inhibitor collars. A technology that neutralizes mutants' powers.
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Well... It's not a pleasant idea but the motivation behind it isn't entirely unreasonable. Mutants can be criminals too, and a lot of us are awfully hard to lock up.
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[He turns and looks at her.]
It's a prison camp accessory. That's its purpose.
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She gestured toward the folder.
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Destroy the research, destroy the facilities, destroy everyone involved in it. Erase it from the world.
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Because he must know that she was going to do whatever she could to stop him from doing that.
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Again. She put her hands on her hips and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to get herself under control before she caused a tempest.
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"Because I don't want you to hate me when it's done."
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Actually she wouldn't want that either, but she would do the right thing. They were very similar that way, really. Only trying to do the right thing, even if they rarely agreed on what the right thing was.
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"If I got in your way too much, you'd try to stop me, wouldn't you?"
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"I don't want to hurt you."
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She knew that it didn't, she was just making a point.
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He pulled away from her, pacing restlessly around the room, but not leaving. Not even considering leaving. It was a plea, if it was anything. And he didn't like begging to start with.
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"I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want you to have to hurt me. I want... I want us to be a team."
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She met his gaze, proud and fierce even though she felt a twinge of regret at having betrayed him, even if it was to save lives.
"I don't always think you're wrong, but I want to be your partner, not your follower."
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