You will Erik... for a while...

- You came after all...

- You said you don't want a sequel...

- I said I don't want to see you as Magneto...

- Is there a difference?

- It's just I prefer Erik...

- There's no Erik anymore...

- That's why I don't want the sequel...

- You don't like my new helmet?

- And the helmet as well... And also boots, cloak and a small plate on which one you'll be floating in the air...

- This is my uniform and my vehicle...

- This is a privilege of Sir Ian McKellen...

- ???

- Only he knows how to absolutely epic throw the cloak over his arm, make a meaningful face in a crimson dog house and float on his plate like a professional equilibrist... Em-m-m... You still know how to smile?..

- You almost offended me...

- You'd better tell me about how you had courage enough for these final shots... You didn't want to laugh at all?

- I strictly said to myself that it's required by the law of genre... was practicing before the mirror for quite a long...

- And...

- And then I just got used to it...

- I'm sorry...

- You'd better be sorry about your venture... No one will believe you all the same...

- Will not believe that I was talking to you?

- Well, you know...

- What's the difference... this is my fairytale... you can not to read it if you don't like...

- That's all?

- That's all... I'm writing fairytales for those whom I love... And I was never interested in opinion of those whom I don't love... I like it when you laugh... it's beautiful... it suits you...

- I almost forgot how to do it... Thanks for reminding me... And I'll stay for a while, I guess, on conditions that you will honestly answer the question: why do you need me?

- It's very simple... I have too many questions to Erik, and you're the only one who really knew him...

- I remember him... And do you love him?

- He's no stranger to me... You know why... None of them is stranger to me... Hermann... Pat... naked boy with a pitcher of milk near the fridge... Colin Miller... George... Richard... all whom you know as well... it's the pieces of my inner puzzle... the pieces of their creator... What's the difference...

- Then you should be asking their creator...

- I shouldn't be allowed to get close to him...

- ???

- I would have him tired out to death by... my talk...

- Poor fellow... What a horrible death... If there was a metal buckle on his belt, I think I would try to save him...

- Ow... Cruel one... And I have only whetted my appetite...

- Okay... I give up... For a while... Come on, gimme your questions... And you can call me just Erik while asking them...

- Thank you... And can it be not "in order"? Anyhow and just the way it goes...

- Go ahead... How you did say?.. "what's the difference..."

- Then about the very sore point... about this very one that is rubbed to tatters and smudges by girls... about male friendship... about Charles...

- What girls? You found new mutant girls?

-No, I found blogger girls... They're writing slashes about you and drawing you naked... well, you know... together-together...

- Can I take off the helmet? It's just a bit stuffy...

- Go ahead... and gimme here your cloak... It will be easier to think you Erik... for a while...

- Thank you... Frankly, in this uniform I'm sweating like a cornered nun...

- The helmet lies heavy on your cheeks and forehead...

- How did you know?

- There are small marks on the face...

- Damn... So from where shall I start?..

- From the Beginning... The best time for everything is the Beginning...

- The most simple?

- The most pure... You still want to be better for this other person... and so become closer than ever to that you've been in the very beginning... In the childhood... the one that you have forgotten to be later...

- A little bit strange, but clear, in general... So where is it, this Beginning...

- My favourite scene: "I thought I was alone..." Then everything was still good for both of you...

- I almost forgot about it... I don't know there were any thoughts in my head at that moment... I only wanted to get to Shaw... This was supposed to solve everything... About Shaw you will be asking too?

- If you let me... later...

- There were no thoughts in my head... to use power is not really that simple... And if you're using it as an amateur, it's impossible to think at all... you just do... I wanted to tear this damn boat down in half... lengthwise... across... I didn't care that I would tear myself too... It didn't matter... Or I wanted it to do not matter... I wanted him gone, with me or without me – there was no difference...

- You were angry at Charles for him prevented you?

- Hmm... I didn't even notice him at first... It's like a fast bicycle ride and a small dog which runs along beside you, barks deafening and tries to catch tyre with the teeth... Most likely, he saved my life... or brain... the last, after all, is more important... What's the use in idiot who live drooling on the chin...

- You're tired?..

- Now or then?..

- Then...
- Maybe... I almost ran to the finish line... You know, ran-ran-ran, and here he is, my Shaw! Take him... Something is happening in this moment... You have still time to flare up of goal attainment but there's already a moment of confusion: "What? Already arrived? The final stop?.." I don't know... I was... surprised... someone knows about me something that I've never told to anyone... He's just like me? Different? What he is? A friend? Why is that? But keep in mind that this is now when I'm saying this to you so smooth, and then squirrels with burning tails were jumping in my head, and neither one of them I can catch...

- You cried...

- I don't like your words... I'm Magneto after all...

- Oh, yes... Of course, excuse me, sir, I allowed myself to forget... Well, it's good that I have no rings and earrings, and my internal organs do not contain metal... Otherwise you in annoyance, perhaps, would tear a little piece of me...

- I do not cry anymore... tears are weak men's privilege...

- It's very scary... and stupid... tears are man's privilege... While you can cry – you are alive... And you're keeping the remainders of kindness and childhood within yourself... of this very beginning that smells with youth... the grass that you ran... matzoh and candles on the menorah that your mother was lighting... cheeseburgers as they smell only when you were twelve years old after all... what can be easier... I don't believe men who forgot their own good and sad tears of childhood... I don't trust the men who are ashamed of tears...

- Matzoh... candles... Why you remembered them? You are Jewess?..

- No.. but what does it changing? We'll be fighting over Sobel?.. What's the difference in what kind of dish your mother prepared on holiday and which scents you remember from childhood... They are not the same ones, but yet they are all like twins... brothers and sisters...

- Well, okay... I cried... Cried because it was beyond my powers... I never would have tear this damn boat with my Shaw apart... I would peg out somewhere there, in the deep... Charles saved my life... yes... gave me a second chance... I would do the same for him… from that very moment to the end...

- And now?

- And now...
- So, per se, nothing has changed?

- Everything has changed... It was different from the very beginning... It is really so hard for your understanding, you, an idealist?.. Or you just want me to say about it myself?.. Fine... Enjoy your Easter egg and chocolate bunny... I'm not going to give ever to anyone my soul... myself... I am what I am and will stay the same... I'm Erik Lehnsher... Willingness to sacrifice your life for another person sometimes doesn't mean willingness to change your "I" in the name of that person... Another person's way was never my option... Do you have something to drink?

- There's vodka... Best Russian vodka... I bought it for a one very good man, but currier refused to deliver... Alcohol, you know, cannot be shipped...

- Funny...

- Almost... Well, so what? Drink?

- With you...

- Nooo way... I'd better refrain, don't want you holding my head over the WC pan...

- I would have nothing against that...

- But do I... if there's no metal on me, then I could just be drowned for not to be asking stupid questions anymore...

- And they are not over yet?

- By no means... I can do this as much as one likes... For example, when Charles saw the pieces of your childhood: when you so unsuccessfully tried to turn the satellite dish or it happened a little bit earlier?..

- I don't know... I didn't think... When?..

- So, it's to be continued... now, let's pause for your vodka and my silence… at one time the greater length of text no one can bear all the same...

- How do you know?..

- Practice...

to be continued...