[It would be ridiculous, maybe, but he knows Megamind is right. That had been the point, on some not quite conscious level. He'd wanted the Nazis he'd hunted to be terrified of him, almost as terrified as he had been. It was gratifying, almost cathartic - and it had all been to find Shaw.
Erik's hand tightens on his beer bottle - Bittburger, das beste, of course - for a moment before he makes himself exhale slowly.]
I doubt it. We barely talked. [He gestures vaguely with his beer bottle before drinking.] Before you told me about the morphine, I didn't have much interest in ever speaking to her again. She killed me.
[It's not fair, and a big part of him knows that, but still. It happened. And he swept it under the rug. He could have kept it there, too. But then this, and, well.]
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Erik's hand tightens on his beer bottle - Bittburger, das beste, of course - for a moment before he makes himself exhale slowly.]
I doubt it. We barely talked. [He gestures vaguely with his beer bottle before drinking.] Before you told me about the morphine, I didn't have much interest in ever speaking to her again. She killed me.
[It's not fair, and a big part of him knows that, but still. It happened. And he swept it under the rug. He could have kept it there, too. But then this, and, well.]