Yes, mother. [It was a weak joke, and Erik's teeth had started to chatter when he didn't keep his jaw locked, so the words came out with little clacks. Wrapping the blanket around his torso tightly, Erik shivered hard and sat down hard on the couch, abruptly reminded of their first day here. Now their positions were switched, though, it was his turn to see blood on the walls (in a manner of speaking), and he wondered if Charles was still seeing the impossible, too.]
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