#theculpepper

          All his life, Erik had known lose. His parents in the gas chambers, his family to the camps and the starvation and the depravity of the soviets. His wife and child had been lost to the blind hatred of those he once called friends, and his oldest friend to a feud that had both been too proud to stop. How many friends and followers had died in the name of their righteous cause, he did not know. The number was too high to bare counting.           And now he found himself in a new world, and he was faced with the fact that all he had done, all those that he had lost, they would barely measure up to the culminating fact.                He had failed at every turn.           This new world was seemingly safe for mutants, filled with more kinds of super-powered beings than he could imagine, and citizens from other lands who did not see them as monsters. And nothing, nothing that Erik had done had helped to bring this about. It had simply happened, and he was as much caught up in the current as the rest of them.           Had all those years of fighting truly been for nothing? Was peace this close, and free of martyrs?                     It hurt him to his chest.           When he sees her, when he sees her hair and then her face, when he recognises that it is his lost daughter on the sidewalk in front of him, the only thing that Erik feels- The only possible response- The sinking in his stomach- The guilt- How many times had he failed his children. How many times had he failed her? Even in this world, their paths had crossed already, and he had still left feeling like there was hatred between them that was all his fault.                     “Lorna. I am..... I hear you have met the twins.”