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Who: Magnus and Pietro

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Every night is the same. Every night he hopes to get on the bus, and every night he fails.

Once he gives it up as a loss, he moves slowly (by his standards) back into the house. He pokes around the living room, not feeling like facing the empty bedroom.

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A crumbled metal ball, about the size of fist rolls passed Pietro, followed by a few more, as if kicked weakly. There is a thump as Magnus's head falls back against the wall, and there is a sound - almost like a muffled sob.

[imfastest]

Pietro knits his brow. He knows what the source must be, the metal balls give it away.

He decides to ignore it, but when he hears the thump and the groan he heads towards the room, annoyed.

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Magnus is trying to coax a life-size sculpture of Magda's face to not look horrorifed. It isn't working, and seems to be shying away from his fingertips. After several attempts, he drops his head, resting his forehead against his knee. He's muttering under his breath - a mix of German, Polish, Romani - that is muffled further by the way his head is turned, but 'I'm sorry' and 'Why?' seem to be repeated.

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He finally looks up, a very deep, old hurt showing. "Do you have any idea how much it hurts me to look at her? To hear her voice? How much she reminds me of her mother? Or you? To see her fear, her distrust, reflected back thirty years later? I have no use for her powers here, or yours, and yet - did I cast either of you away?"

[imfastest]

"Only becuase there's no real power to be had here..." his tone is flat.

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He pulls his arms in close to his chest, "Then if that were true, why would I welcome you here, to stay with me?"

[imfastest]

"I don't CARE!"

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Pietro expression darkens. "It doesn't matter. I don't know why we're fighting about this. You're not even my Magneto... you're just someone who looks like him. So what's the point?"

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"I'm not fighting with you Pietro." He found his glass again and took a drink. "And I don't think I'm Magneto here, either." That puzzled him a bit.

"However maybe it's something you need to say? I did my own yelling at a stone memorial, because I couldn't yell at my father."

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Pietro lets out a deep sigh and holds out his hand towards the cup. "Can I?"

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"Of course." He hands the glass over.

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"Take about two more drinks. You'll want them." He took a breath, tossing back some of his own drink, then stared darkly into his glass. This wasn't a fun conversation to have with Billy - it wasn't going to be any better with Pietro.

"I was born in nineteen twenty-eight, in Germany. I'm Jewish. Sometimes I truly hate people."

[imfastest]

His brow knits. He's drunk, but he can add it up.

"I... understand."

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"I was thirteen when my parents died, seventeen when the war ended. I survived because I was useful. And only for that reason." He wasn't happy about it. He'd survived fixing things that harmed and killed others.

[imfastest]

Pietro sets his jaw, his thoughts visible behind his eyes. "I... didn't know."

[imfastest]

"Y-yes, thank you." there's a resigned tone to Pietro's voice. "Why do I smell bacon?"

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This time Magnus does chuckle. "You wanted bacon before you fell asleep. So, there's bacon in the warming drawer."

[imfastest]

"Did I really?" He thinks, the memories return strange and hazy. "I... I suppose I do remember something about asking for bacon."

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He grins. "You did." He'd ask if Pietro always asked for food while drunk but if he didn't drink much... "Eating would help you feel better, if you're hungry."