let's go to war to make peace,

[atthemercyof]

[ Locked to oldcardigans ]

[ Erik would be something nonchalant if not for the way he stands just beyond the front steps, arms crossed over his chest, gaze slanted at Agent MacTaggert. Her departing pleasantries are more directed at Charles, because Erik very clearly excudes distrust, and even distaste, to any of the Suits. But that doesn't mean his presence is not very much there. The conversation through the night weights itself down at the back of his mind. Too many people are showing an interest now, invasive little questions that get passed off as pleasantries from someone Charles trusts.

Erik sometimes wonders if Charles would just let the government steamroll right on other him. He hopes MacTaggert knows Erik won't allow that as long as he's here.

He tips his head a fraction in acknowledgement of her goodbyes, lifts his gaze skyward slightly, because there's something ticking away in the house tonight, a static kind of unease that crawls under his skin. It's a bit like the dark roll of sky just before a storm as dark eyes follow the movement of the man in front of him. ] Well?

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[oldcardigans]

[ Quickly setting the next into place. ] At what cost? You've paid very dearly to get to where you are now, but can you afford more?

[atthemercyof]

It's because I've given so much that I can't not keep going.

[oldcardigans]

[ Pressing his lips in a thin line for several long seconds, his gaze makes it as far as Erik's chest. ] As long as you accept there may be unforeseen consequences.

[atthemercyof]

As I cannot tell the future, I'm assuming all the consequences are unforeseen.

[oldcardigans]

[ An unhappy set to his mouth. ] Semantics.

[atthemercyof]

[ Earnest. ] I don't know what's going to happen, Charles.

[oldcardigans]

[ Shrugging uselessly. ] I can't tell you anything but what I believe.

[atthemercyof]

And I can only tell you where I'm aiming, I'm not omniscient, this will be as much a blind side for you as it for me.

[oldcardigans]

[ Struggling for something other than his ideals to justify it. Quietly. ] I don't want you to have more regrets weighing. And to me, this is the way it happens.

[atthemercyof]

What's another compared to what I already have?

[oldcardigans]

Because you have something to protect now, and the repercussions can affect those bonds. [ Turning his glass around, he bites his tongue. If they make it past this, Charles would need to pick up the pieces, whether Erik would be there or not. ]

[atthemercyof]

[ Gaze sharp while he searches Charles' face. ] You've known for a long time what I've set out to do. No matter what happens in the interim, I will stop him. If you can't accept that, then I am sorry, but I won't change my mind.

[oldcardigans]

[ Eyes going hard as stone. ] I am not going to stand aside so your disregard for collateral damage can indiscriminately lash out at men who've done you no harm. You've said you're not blinded by what he's done, but that makes it worse - you'd premeditate deaths of those who've done nothing to you. That isn't vengeance. That is a dangerous precedent to take, my friend.

[atthemercyof]

[ Drawing a hand over his eyes. ] Why are you so under the assumption that I am a good person? My terms have been clear from the very beginning. People will survive as long as they stay out of my way.

Whether you like it or not, war is on the horizon. I would rather not stay blind to it.

[oldcardigans]

Because you are, you're better than this. [ Anger sparks at the gesture, like Erik has learned nothing of Charles' faith. ] I've known for a long time what you intend for him, but don't pretend that you're not giving yourself free reign to defend yourself from people who have no way of hurting you. They have guns, Erik, you can do the math.

This is a battle ground, but you don't have to kill them Erik, is that so hard to understand? You have so much power, but what good is it if you prove you can't use it for anything but violence? What future can you build?

[atthemercyof]

[ Arching a cool eyebrow. ] I am not out to level the playing feild, if that's what you're implying. But you have to open your eyes, hoping blindly for a war without bloodshed will get us nowhere. I'm sorry Charles, but I am preparing for when the tide turns against us.

[oldcardigans]

[ Altogether too mired in self righteousness to blunt his earnestness. ] I'm not hoping blindly, I'm saying we can control the terms and prevent it. Subvert Shaw's actions while stoppin gloss of life and our battle is won for us.

[atthemercyof]

[ Slowly. ] If only it were that easy.

[oldcardigans]

[ In lieu of response, Charles nudges a rook into place. Dull. ] Check.

[atthemercyof]

[ All that affection from earlier has drained, leaving Erik tired and carefully fitting blocks back into his walls, dispassionate with every movement. ]

[oldcardigans]

[ Only halfheartedly listening to the record, much of the fight has gone from him, looking more sad and grossly out of his depth than he's been in a very long time. Several attempts at speech are made before he finds something true, keeping his gaze on the board. ] I won't stop you unless you give me no choice. But I will do anything to protect your life as well. Whatever my morals.

[atthemercyof]

Then I'm sorry. [ Not looking up. ] Loving me appears to cost you dearly.

[oldcardigans]

I can change nothing that you don't want me to, and nothing can make me take you for anything than what you are. Cost is meaningless if that's what it takes. [ The important thing for him is to not give in to the urge to bury his face in his hands, to choke and not give voice to the This isn't going to work that so wants to be heard. ]

[atthemercyof]

Aren't you tired of it? Surely if you let loose the anchor of your affection, you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't be torn between what you want and what is right.

It would be better for you if your heart weren't in it, I know that. [ Maybe Erik should go, because there is no way to stop this, to turn back, and the care they have will become a casualty. He's not sure he can watch another thing he's cared for die.

Once again he's an instrument of destruction. It's not lost on him. ] If I were wise, I shouldn't let you choose. Me or your ideals. They shouldn't even be in question.

[oldcardigans]

[ A short, violent shake of his head. The very thought of it is utterly repellant, barring the impossibility of how he'd ever manage to do it. He'd have to be the walking dead to live without the depth of his compassion driving him, defining his existence, and hopelessly tangled with the bond he has with Erik. Erik would be alone again, and that is unforgivable. ] I can't.