peace was never an option

Her feet grazed the ground as she swung back on forth on the swing. As a child, Eve had loved the swingset, the way she’d been allowed to soar into the sky, light and free. But now, all she could do was swing back and forth minimally, drowning in her thoughts. It had been a few days since her failed transformation, since she’d taken Magneto’s advice to heart—and the advice had backfired.

Now, Eve Hale was interesting. If his own research was correct, the girl's father ran Hale Corporation. She was weak -- but then, once upon a time, Erik had been weak. Pyro had been weak -- Mystique had been weak. Everyone had to start somewhere, and having the heiress of the Hale Corporation in his pocket -- indebted to him -- would be good for him in the long run.

But yes, between our approaches. What’s the saying? Hindsight is twenty-twenty, and I’ve had fifty years to look back on. We are not solely to blame, Erik, but neither are we blameless. And I believe that we can make the difference we so eagerly sought — at odds, yes, and we’ll never agree on one another’s methods — through compromise.

But of course, Charles. Whenever you might like, we can meet face to face. I'd like to ascertain just how far you're a copy of him.