[He could practically see it. They would walk out of the gate his parents had first disappeared behind, the gate he'd bent and disfigured, and they would leave everyone. Everyone, from both camps, they would walk out to their freedom.
Erik is crying when he takes Charles' hand, and he doesn't even feel ashamed. He nods, throat too tight to speak for a long moment.]
[Spam]
Erik is crying when he takes Charles' hand, and he doesn't even feel ashamed. He nods, throat too tight to speak for a long moment.]
Together, [he manages.]