>>5328577When you finish your spiel, the fractals in his eyes slow down to a calmer, more languid rhythm, the other mutant’s emaciated features softening.
<span class="mu-i">“For a while I really thought Eddie did die…”</span> Ernst confesses, brushing some of his overgrown bangs out of his face. <span class="mu-i">“I couldn’t find him for so long that I thought Atticus Charles was telling the truth. Didn’t believe him for a second…”</span> He trails off, contempt for the doctor prominent in his voice.
“Well, he’s not.” You say calmly, placidly. “He would’ve never let himself die so long as you’re alive.”
<span class="mu-i">“Heh…”</span> He huffs out, lowly and breathlessly– like he hadn’t laughed in ages. <span class="mu-i">“You’re not wrong, Kelpie… Eddie’s the only one who’s ever believed in me, for whatever that was worth. Guess it’s my turn to believe in him…”</span>
It’s then that Ernst rises to his feet to stand at his full height, multifaceted eyes on the stars once more. Your gaze, too, is drawn to the heavens above, such a fantastical sight only possible within a dream.
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