Raven: Q&A time, my darling Magneto.
Erik: As Erik or Magneto?
Raven: Whichever strikes your fancy.
Raven: How did you take that atrocity of my biography in this latest movie of our young selves?
Erik: Apparently the world feels the need to paint our lives in shades of pastel. They can't go about their miserable human days without imagining that we must have had puppies and rainbows and cupcakes in our childhoods. That's how we justify reality. By concealing the truth.
Raven: So by giving us kittens and rainbows, they feel confident in labeling us the villains?
Erik: People don't like to imagine that it's possible to be villains simply for the reason that that's what some people are born to be. They want to see an aspect of "humanity." Even if it is nothing but a label. I don't believe in heroes and villains. You know that.
Raven: I do. The question was not about your beliefs, but theirs.
Raven: In any case, I am satisfied.
Erik: Which, of course, is always my goal. To see you satisfied.
Raven: Of course, my dear. Of course.
Erik: Tis a pity, though, that said goal isn't mutual.
Raven: Satisfaction has so many flavors, darling Erik. Are you saying I do not satisfy you?
Erik: I am saying that I am tired of feeling like the guppy in the shark tank. Every once and a while, I'd appreciate being allowed to be the Great White.
Raven: -traces a fingernail along his collarbone- You, Lehnsherr, are no mere guppy.
Erik: Ah, maybe today I'm not. But you're slippery, Raven. One day I might get tired of trying to find my grip on you.
Raven: -leans in close to whisper in his ear, close enough for him to feel her breath against his inner ear- Then I shall have to keep you... satisfied
Erik: -Though his composure remains resolute, the rigid hairs on the side of his neck argue his disinterest- And when you bore of that game? Do we go back to witty banter and unspoken arousals until you remember how you were once amused by our charade and fall back to it?
Raven: You are the game I never bore of, Erik. Why do you think you've kept my interest all this time?
Erik: Because of my staunch reserve? Why do you think I've always kept this distance between us? I worry sometimes that you will tire of me. And though I have no doubt I could do my work without you ... it would not have the same meaning.
Raven: You might as well ask why gravity pulls us downward, or why your hair is silver. I find you interesting, Erik, because I find you interesting. Fascinating. Whether our dances are violent or gentle, I do believe it will be eternal as the moon against the tide. Pushing, pulling, away, towards. You want to steer, my darling? Be the moon. Direct me. See if you can control the tides.
Erik: Gravity is because it is, just as we are. For some things, no answer is the answer. I want to believe that there is truth in your eyes. I want to be free of wondering and of questions. But you are not so predictable as the tides, Raven. Please don't tease me into thinking I could really have any control over the things you do or the way you feel.
Raven: Is it so impossible, Erik? To think, just once, that I should be at your command?
Erik: I don't know. I try not to think on things that I may not have control over. I can move cities, space stations, planets, possibly. But I don't know that I will ever have the power to move you. You might let me think that I have. But I'll never be sure. ... That's probably why I desire you so much.
Raven: And would I let you have that control? I don't know myself. Would I even tell you if I would? No one knows. Perhaps I do. Perhaps not. Are you too wary to test it?
Erik: To test it? No. But to fear that it will last but one night? I can't change my feelings the way you change your face. My commitments, in every aspect of life, are unwavering. They'll be the same until I die.
Raven: You could never expect me to forfeit my control forever, Erik. I have been controlled before. I despise control, loathe the very thought of being captive to anyone or anything. Including myself.
Erik: You know that's not what I mean. This isn't really my control over you or your control over me that we're talking about. This is about us. Together. Equal on our commitment to mutants ... to the Brotherhood ... to each other. That's what I want forever. Or at least until I take my last breath. Since we both know you'll outlive us all. You probably already have.
Raven: Oh? So you're questioning my loyalty?
Erik: Do you have to win every argument?
Raven: What's the point in stopping before then?
Erik: I liked it better when you were expressing your almost-feelings for me.
Raven: I offered you the chance to have control over me, Erik Lehnsherr. If that doesn't speak of my affection for you, then I have nothing else to say.
Erik: As Erik or Magneto?
Raven: Whichever strikes your fancy.
Raven: How did you take that atrocity of my biography in this latest movie of our young selves?
Erik: Apparently the world feels the need to paint our lives in shades of pastel. They can't go about their miserable human days without imagining that we must have had puppies and rainbows and cupcakes in our childhoods. That's how we justify reality. By concealing the truth.
Raven: So by giving us kittens and rainbows, they feel confident in labeling us the villains?
Erik: People don't like to imagine that it's possible to be villains simply for the reason that that's what some people are born to be. They want to see an aspect of "humanity." Even if it is nothing but a label. I don't believe in heroes and villains. You know that.
Raven: I do. The question was not about your beliefs, but theirs.
Raven: In any case, I am satisfied.
Erik: Which, of course, is always my goal. To see you satisfied.
Raven: Of course, my dear. Of course.
Erik: Tis a pity, though, that said goal isn't mutual.
Raven: Satisfaction has so many flavors, darling Erik. Are you saying I do not satisfy you?
Erik: I am saying that I am tired of feeling like the guppy in the shark tank. Every once and a while, I'd appreciate being allowed to be the Great White.
Raven: -traces a fingernail along his collarbone- You, Lehnsherr, are no mere guppy.
Erik: Ah, maybe today I'm not. But you're slippery, Raven. One day I might get tired of trying to find my grip on you.
Raven: -leans in close to whisper in his ear, close enough for him to feel her breath against his inner ear- Then I shall have to keep you... satisfied
Erik: -Though his composure remains resolute, the rigid hairs on the side of his neck argue his disinterest- And when you bore of that game? Do we go back to witty banter and unspoken arousals until you remember how you were once amused by our charade and fall back to it?
Raven: You are the game I never bore of, Erik. Why do you think you've kept my interest all this time?
Erik: Because of my staunch reserve? Why do you think I've always kept this distance between us? I worry sometimes that you will tire of me. And though I have no doubt I could do my work without you ... it would not have the same meaning.
Raven: You might as well ask why gravity pulls us downward, or why your hair is silver. I find you interesting, Erik, because I find you interesting. Fascinating. Whether our dances are violent or gentle, I do believe it will be eternal as the moon against the tide. Pushing, pulling, away, towards. You want to steer, my darling? Be the moon. Direct me. See if you can control the tides.
Erik: Gravity is because it is, just as we are. For some things, no answer is the answer. I want to believe that there is truth in your eyes. I want to be free of wondering and of questions. But you are not so predictable as the tides, Raven. Please don't tease me into thinking I could really have any control over the things you do or the way you feel.
Raven: Is it so impossible, Erik? To think, just once, that I should be at your command?
Erik: I don't know. I try not to think on things that I may not have control over. I can move cities, space stations, planets, possibly. But I don't know that I will ever have the power to move you. You might let me think that I have. But I'll never be sure. ... That's probably why I desire you so much.
Raven: And would I let you have that control? I don't know myself. Would I even tell you if I would? No one knows. Perhaps I do. Perhaps not. Are you too wary to test it?
Erik: To test it? No. But to fear that it will last but one night? I can't change my feelings the way you change your face. My commitments, in every aspect of life, are unwavering. They'll be the same until I die.
Raven: You could never expect me to forfeit my control forever, Erik. I have been controlled before. I despise control, loathe the very thought of being captive to anyone or anything. Including myself.
Erik: You know that's not what I mean. This isn't really my control over you or your control over me that we're talking about. This is about us. Together. Equal on our commitment to mutants ... to the Brotherhood ... to each other. That's what I want forever. Or at least until I take my last breath. Since we both know you'll outlive us all. You probably already have.
Raven: Oh? So you're questioning my loyalty?
Erik: Do you have to win every argument?
Raven: What's the point in stopping before then?
Erik: I liked it better when you were expressing your almost-feelings for me.
Raven: I offered you the chance to have control over me, Erik Lehnsherr. If that doesn't speak of my affection for you, then I have nothing else to say.
