[Her touch, her voice, those words - they all stir him, bring back the stoic numbness, the restlessness and hardness from before he came here, from before seeing her and feeling for her granted him a reprieve. He wasn't thinking about what he'd done when he said there was something she should know, but now he is, violently.
His lashes flutter; staggered and caught unawares, he tears his gaze from hers, as if she might see what he sees playing behind his eyes: blood and snow and that laugh, the choking. Julian's jaw tightens; he breathes and speaks much too calmly, his eyes finding hers.]
Magneto wasn't with the Brotherhood. It was Mystique. Polaris was her cover.
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His lashes flutter; staggered and caught unawares, he tears his gaze from hers, as if she might see what he sees playing behind his eyes: blood and snow and that laugh, the choking. Julian's jaw tightens; he breathes and speaks much too calmly, his eyes finding hers.]
Magneto wasn't with the Brotherhood. It was Mystique. Polaris was her cover.