[He doesn't bother to answer, at first, because it's true: there is no way to make the best of this. He can bow his head and play along, he can wait for his next warden to come along and work with them instead of against or despite them. It leaves a sour taste on his tongue. Erik doesn't want another warden, he doesn't want an endless debate over right and wrong, because he knows already.]

Freedom. [No internment camps. Not ever.] Safety, equality. It's been nearly twenty years, and Antisemitism still exists, but no one lives in fear of the Nazis rising again. I don't want to wait another twenty years for mutants to have that kind of support.